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Okay, I've had all my shots, pneumonia, regular flu and H1N1.
Today for the very first time in over one year, I'm going out in public with Karyn, alone. No Herb to hold me up. We're going shopping for clothes for her because it has been about two years since the two of us have been shopping together and she desperately needs blue jeans.
For the first time in my life, I have about five pairs, but most of them are too big. I have one good pair.
I was wearing them when I broke my legs.
In the emergency room, I had to beg the people to remove them without cutting them. It caused quite a stir, me begging, them being so used to just ripping away at pants' legs, but, by golly, the nurses helped lift my leg and my butt and I helped, too, despite the floppy foot and all, and the pants were removed successfully.
You never think of things like that.
I had clean underwear on...always have decent undergarments when leaving the house. I guess it is okay to wear holey underwear, pinned bras or something, when hanging around your own abode, but--wait! What if you were to fall and need the rescue squad to get you to the hospital? Then everybody would see your crummy underwear!!!
And I mean everybody.
When I was in the emergency room, getting the foot put back in place, there were 12 people in the little room. One was a dentist. He showed me a picture of his little girl. Distracted me. I don't know why he was there as the foot is furthest away from the mouth you can get without blowing off the top of your head, but he was there. Nice guy.
So...as a rule, I haven't worn holey underwear or pins in my bra since I was a kid and had the bad car accident that landed me in the emergency room, back in June, 1971. Luckily I had good underwear on at the time, but as they were hauling me into the ambulance, all I kept thinking about was the state of my underwear.
I grew up, undergarment wise, that day, and never ever had less than perfect, clean undies since then.
{By the bye, our neighbor next door was taken to the hospital last night. LIghts flashing, the hospital EMTs and the rescue squad all there, flashing and sirening. Ken is a really sweet, nice guy. He and I shared the hawks in the back yard. I hope everything is all right. I prayed for him and the rest of his family last night and hope all prayers regarding him are answered by the Big Guy.}
Today for the very first time in over one year, I'm going out in public with Karyn, alone. No Herb to hold me up. We're going shopping for clothes for her because it has been about two years since the two of us have been shopping together and she desperately needs blue jeans.
For the first time in my life, I have about five pairs, but most of them are too big. I have one good pair.
I was wearing them when I broke my legs.
In the emergency room, I had to beg the people to remove them without cutting them. It caused quite a stir, me begging, them being so used to just ripping away at pants' legs, but, by golly, the nurses helped lift my leg and my butt and I helped, too, despite the floppy foot and all, and the pants were removed successfully.
You never think of things like that.
I had clean underwear on...always have decent undergarments when leaving the house. I guess it is okay to wear holey underwear, pinned bras or something, when hanging around your own abode, but--wait! What if you were to fall and need the rescue squad to get you to the hospital? Then everybody would see your crummy underwear!!!
And I mean everybody.
When I was in the emergency room, getting the foot put back in place, there were 12 people in the little room. One was a dentist. He showed me a picture of his little girl. Distracted me. I don't know why he was there as the foot is furthest away from the mouth you can get without blowing off the top of your head, but he was there. Nice guy.
So...as a rule, I haven't worn holey underwear or pins in my bra since I was a kid and had the bad car accident that landed me in the emergency room, back in June, 1971. Luckily I had good underwear on at the time, but as they were hauling me into the ambulance, all I kept thinking about was the state of my underwear.
I grew up, undergarment wise, that day, and never ever had less than perfect, clean undies since then.
{By the bye, our neighbor next door was taken to the hospital last night. LIghts flashing, the hospital EMTs and the rescue squad all there, flashing and sirening. Ken is a really sweet, nice guy. He and I shared the hawks in the back yard. I hope everything is all right. I prayed for him and the rest of his family last night and hope all prayers regarding him are answered by the Big Guy.}
My grandma pounded that stuff about clean underwear into our heads until we practically had nightmares about it! LOL
sadly, that's often not the case with me :(
I hope you enjoyed your shopping :)
PS: I hope Ken is okay
Gee. Next thing you know, I'll be shopping at Lord and Taylor...hahahahahaha