Continuing yesterday’s discussion of my husband’s legal blindness and how we cope —
Whitey had hernia surgery a couple of weeks ago. As with every other doctor visit or hospital visit, he was busy creating havoc. Just before they wheeled him into surgery, staff popped in and out of the room, checking his armband and asking “What is your name?” Finally he could take it no longer. He answered “Sidney Shagnasty!”
Wouldn’t you like to know what that nurse told the rest of the staff when she got out of that room?
Of course, he had also asked the surgeon his classic question — “Doc, will I be able to drive after this surgery?”
The doctor said, “Yes, in a few weeks you should be able to drive”
“It’s a miracle! I have not driven in over 25 years! Thank you, Doc!”
I can’t take him anywhere!