I trust that any mother reading the title of this entry gets it completely. When you are the one taking care of people, day in and day out, is it really so strange that a scheduled colonoscopy ends up feeling like a mini-vacay?
--Someone else drives me there and drives me home. In this case it was my grown son, in a nice reversal of roles.
--Nurses take care of me. This bears repeating: nurses take care of me.
--They pat me and call me honey.
--They tell me that the birth date on the form has to be a mistake, because how can I possibly be over fifty?
--When they hoist me on to the gurney, they call me a "lightweight," and then wrap a heated blanket around me.
--Then comes my favorite part: my eyelids grow heavy, I smile dreamily, and get the best nap I've had in years.
--When I wake up, the nice lady nurses give me juice and cookies.
--I get to keep the slipper socks.
Causes Rosemary DiBattista Supports
The Alzheimer's Association