Visit The Home

The Raising

She groans, smelling the stench of her breath, waving her hand as she starts to move the old body, turning over, just lying here a while before shifting, getting this cold November day underway. Sitting up, placing her feet on the floor, it's not cold because of the carpet; however, she is cold, it's rising through her body. She cringes inwardly, the disease will do this to you, the disease, or just being old. She needs to pee, so up she sits on the side of the bed. Swinging legs over positions to stand, shuffles to the toilet; it's out of the room, two doors down. The floor will be cold in the bathroom; there are just area rugs in place.

Not too early to be up 8:00, needs to be there by 12:30, and needs to bring an overnight bag as well. Nothing like a visit to the home, bones ache a little. Are these bones aching in the body, or a tired aching body, same difference, I'm thinking, but this never stops her. It cannot. She must visit the home today. Getting up, making breakfast, taking medicines, although she must tilt my head back several times, she's silly thinking one day a door will slam, and I'll choke. I don't swallow pills; I gag them down.

Parading over a bag, cleaning up my home, dirt makes me itch, well, it does, and taking a nice long cooling shower keeps the old girl's blood flowing. Read this once somewhere. One day, those will be a thing of the past, but not this time. Now fully capable of maintenance by myself, wobble here and there, farts now and then, but all by myself today, I can.

She is a senior citizen and sustains herself proudly through individual means. Wondering what the term is supposed to mean, used for distinguishing a group of certain people, so society can keep them in place. As if it is an entitlement to make one proud, make you stand taller and be above others, the word "it's self " sounds like a line in a bad joke. I went to a church one day, it was full of senior citizens, they turned around and ask can we could have a cup of your youth? " Heavy thinking too much before food and coffee

Little Giants

The smaller you are among the giants, the younger you are, the bigger the world will see you, the more help you need, the bigger you are if you are an infant. , Children, preteen adolescents, are they all the same great name for distinct stages when starting in life? How they have so many issues with all the help they have baffles the mind, well, mine, who put all the pandemonium in those little minds, see, they bring it on themselves. Brains like scrambled eggs, but I'd better stop here, these are just my opinions, as they say, opinions like the butt hole we all have one.

Now, don't go thinking I am down on the youth, not at all tattling on them. Being opinionated, there's a difference, correct, just growing older, you're forgotten, you become less likely to be remembered as if you have been here, move over for those who have not, You're growing older and the more" help you need the less you are seen" Think I'll put those words on a cup, place you in a piece of Tupperware, and put it in the back of the freezer for later use, for what my wisdom; here!

Take care of your teeth and health, someday you'll grow old. Don't ask people if they've seen your shoes; they haven't. There are your shoes. Warn them, keep learning, who's going to learn for you, your old mother that you are kicking to the curb now you no longer need! Must be able to show you have some use of movement, marbles in the head. I can't shine my knowledge on the younger groups.

Lost Shift In Social Standing

I'm amazed by my old bones and pains, pills popping (all legal), doctors' appointments, less food, less sleep, and less getting around. All overcome through years of arduous work, sisterhood, not many good stories to tell, it's just a novel, motherhood is the hardest, as imperfect as I was. Grandmother, sweetest one, and all the crap in between careers, homes, husband, wonderful, what most others endure, I suppose, right.

Each new generation needs to be responsible for the new radical words for older adults

I've seen them willing to pour a stupid bucket of water over their heads, stars as well, and there were old ones who did this or seen them lie in bed, the younger ones, and veg out and scroll on their phones.

Now I have one of those gadgets, " It does not ring much". Friends are fewer, less money to lend ha. Yes, going on a cup.

However, there are probably many at " the home "awaiting a ring or a text. Now you better know what they want to be called, lord knows you must be politically correct now days tote you off to jail somewhere.

The Gen Z, the true digital natives are growing up with the ubiquitous smartphones. Arriving at the home, there will be there the attention largely on the internet, streaming platforms run amok, and all must be known in this innovative world. Risk falling behind, and the longer you stay in this world in your right mind, and you wish to hold a conversation with anyone under the age of, let's say, the 40s more or less, if you can't keep up, don't waste their time or yours.

My ringtone is a catchy sound had a Gen Z set on my smartphone. Still, she wonders if you should dance or answer the same with a text tone. There she goes again, thinking it's a bad habit when you do this thing called living, wondering having ideals.

New radical words for older adults

Each new generation needs to be responsible for the new radical words for older adults.

See, they just don't understand. Think of it this way, as if you are a younger brother or sister, and you need to step down well, you don't wish to be placed in Tupperware, so you need to still be there and be given a kool new nickname.

Who wishes to be put away, set aside, regardless of all your achievements, your identity, you are lower grade, having to step down within society's social pecking order. This transition is diminishing, losing dignity and pride; you lose qualities in the eyes of the younger generation, strangers, and the ones who love you. Like a burnt piece of toast, the ravens want even fight over

The time to add them to the Webster dictionary for the year, who does this, I need to reach out to them, no fine, I'll just place on a cup, Ha! Team Old Age Seekers (TOAS) abbreviations so it can go on applications

Out Aged People (OAP)

Radically Aged (RA)

The Fade Aging (TFA)

Code Olde (CO)

Crystal Gold Years (CGY)

Now one or two of them aren't bad, at least I'm improving, trying to take the senile out of senior, and ideas have to start from nothing, don't they?

The last ones my fav, think I'll put this one on a tee shirt, thought I was going to say cup

Nope, I figured out the Canva a while ago. They place things on items, and those who are still in their right mind can come up with wonderful ideas.

The Visit to the Home

All I needed was to pull myself together so I can make my trip not feel badly about it, just somewhat unwelcome. I call it a visit, but it's really an intrusion and invasion of privacy, going where you have not been asked, well, how else can I get to this place?

I need to see the people on the inside, and I have not had an invitation in a few months. You do not need to be marveling about my disease, not life-threatening; it makes me cold all the time, especially more so in the winter months, and I need the heat on all periods of the day and night. The home folks don't like the heat consistently. I just haven't been over, and I miss being around my people, you know, the ones who enjoy being around you,

care if you are not there anymore, who miss you, your people, the same bodies who think you are someone who has nothing but love for me, even when in society's eyes I'm broken.

I am not going to cause a problem, at least I do not plan to. I over-mispronounce things, don't use my cell correctly, don't have the sense to use social media, can't spell their names correctly, and broken, they don't care, it hurts no one. Not only that, but I just want to be on the inside of the place for a little overnight time with the grandchildren. People don't look down on me.

I am a NANA, the Nan’s as my oldest grandchild calls me.