XP - GET YOUR F'ING NOSE OUTTA THE TEXTBOOK I SAY!!!!

 SHOULD YOU FIND ME IN THE HAPPY PLACE...... LEAVE ME BE!!!!
Forty years from now I will be 93 years old ... yes mam NINETY-THREE and with my genealogy I may very well live to 100.

My call is a call for MERCY... YES YOU!!! I ask for MERCY from the compassionate you ...the caring NIGHTINGALE... the you WHO NURSE BY VOCATION AND CALLING and NOT for the capitalistic need of a pay check .... the care giver YOU whether you are a nurse or not to take your NOSE out of the TEXTBOOK and show me some true KINDNESS AND COMPASSION AND HUMAN UNDERSTANDING SHOULD YOU MEET ME IN MY HAPPY PLACE....

MY HAPPY PLACE .... that place where I may well want to revert to in the late winter of my life where my rheumy eyes may very well be dim ... where those who I have known and shared well lived moments and experiences may very well be in my same predicament or may have crossed over before me .... where my sphincters have become too flaccid for me to control ... where my knobby knees and fingers tell the tale of years gone by... where my life savings and benefits are contributing to your pay ... I BEG YOU PLEASE ... LEAVE ME IN MY HAPPY PLACE....

WHEN I WALK DOWN THE CORRIDOR WITH MY ASSISTIVE DEVICE WITH ONE OF YOU GUIDING THE WAY IN THE FRONT AND ANOTHER HOLDING UP THE BACK ... WITH MY WRINKLED OLD ARSE STILL STANDING IN MY HIGH HEELED SLIPPERS AND DESIGNERS DEPENDS ... WHEN MY LIP LINER IS DRAWN WAYYYYYYYYYYYY ABOVE AND WAYYYYYYYYYYYYY BELOW MY LIP LINE BECAUSE IT IS THE STRAIGHTEST LINE MY SHAKY HANDS COULD DRAW ... AND MY RED LIPSTICK AND GLOSS IS PAINTED BEYOND THE CONFINES OF THE LINE ... YOU MY COMPASSIONATE CARE GIVER ... TELL ME I AM BEAUTIFUL AND LEAVE ME IN THAT HAPPY PLACE...

YES YOU!!!! For I fully intend to be that sassy Nani a go-go sashaying down the corridor in high heels an designer depends AND DON'T YOU DARE TELL ME THEY ARE NOT MY VICTORIA SECRETS THONGS OF YESTER-YEAR..and when you ask my name and I TELL YOU my name is CLEOPATRA JONES ... JUST LET ME BE!!! TAKE YOUR DAMNED NOSE OUT OF THE TEXTBOOK FOR A MINUTE ... I DO NOT NEED YOU TO ORIENT ME IN PERSON ... I AM IN MY HAPPY PLACE ... because I am remembering the last movie I watched with my grandpa when he held my hand and told me as I sat beside him ... a radical teen with my hair in a high AFRO defiant of my mom's orders .... grandpa told me ... look at you ... you dress and you look like my very own CLEOPATRA JONES ... SO LEAVE ME THERE ... FOR A MOMENT I AM HAPPY IN MY HAPPY PLACE ... LEAVE ME THERE WHERE I AM SECURE WITH GRAMPS HOLDING MY HANDS ... LEAVE ME BE... DON'T BRING ME BACK TO THE DRAB CORRIDORS WITH SENIORS IN WHEELCHAIRS ... DO NOT REMIND ME THAT YOU HAVE TO FEED ME AND CLEAN ME ... DO NOT REMIND ME THAT I AM NOT ABLE TO HOUSE AND CARE FOR MYSELF AND AM DEPENDENT UPON YOU ... FOR A MINUTE ... HAVE MERCY ... LEAVE ME IN MY HAPPY PLACE ...IT IS WHERE IN THIS MOMENT I WANT TO BE ... YES ... MY NAME IS CLEOPATRA JONES AND I AM ALL THAT AND A BAG OF CHIPS ... GET YOUR NOSE OUT OF THE TEXTBOOK ... FOR A MOMENT....

and and and ... IF MY MIND SHIFTS AGAIN .... ANOTHER DAY ... and you meet me while I am stuck in another piece of space in time while I brighten up the corridor with my done up hair and multi wrinkled face in my high heels and my designer depends while you sit me in a recliner and restrain me because you know good and well I am a flight risk and FULLY intend to be ...I AM A FREE SPIRIT YOUNG AND OLD YOU MAY RESTRAIN MY BODY BUT YOU CANNOT RESTRAIN THE INNER ME...

AND AND AND IF I ask you to bring me a chilled Merlot or maybe a Chardonnay because the girls are coming ova to chill by the deck by the pool ... take you f'ing head out of the textbook I SAY! Have some mercy and HUMOR ME ... because I AM IN MY HAPPY PLACE ... DO NOT ORIENT ME IN PLACE ... DON'T YOU KNOW IT? I DO NOT WANT TO BE HERE ... IN THIS DRAB PLACE THAT REMINDS ME OF THE APPROACHING GRAVE WHERE I INTEND TO REST ONE DAY AND BE OUT OF YOUR HAIR ... BUT FOR NOW... MEET ME IN MY HAPPY PLACE .... Ohhhhhh I KNOW it is your job to keep me oriented in person, place and time ... I read the textbooks too and took all the boards ... BUT TODAY ... RIGHT NOW ... IN THE LATE WINTER OF MY LIFE ... HAVE MERCY LAWD AND SEND ME A NIGHTINGALE or that compassionate person WHO WILL MEET ME IN THE HAPPY PLACE ...

When I ask for the chilled Merlot for my friends are coming ova to meet me at the deck by the pool SEND ME THAT COMPASSIONATE NURSE WHO WILL POUR ME A DRINK OF GRAPE JUICE AND TELL ME THAT MY MERLOT IS SERVED ..... and when I ask for the Chardonnay, send me that compassionate care giver who will serve me a glass of apple juice and ask me whether I want it chilled or on the rocks and tell me Chardonnay as you wish my dear .... BECAUSE I AM IN MY HAPPY PLACE .... 

OHHHHHHHHHHH how many times we walk through life with these textbook instructions never ever wanting to bend the rules .... when I am old ... and I am senile and I am crapping myself in my designer depends thinking they are my cute red VS thongs and strutting my wobbly body around in my high heeled shoes ... DON'T YOU TELL ME I AM NOT CLEOPATRA JONES ... BRING ME SOME GRAPE JUICE SERVED AS MERLOT ... AND MEET ME IN MY HAPPY PLACE....

AND SAVE THIS **** FOR THAT DAY ... QUOTE IT AS I WROTE IT ... FOR WHEN I CAN'T TYPE NOR SEEM TO REMEMBER ... AND IF SOMEBODY APPROACHES YOU AND TELLS YOU MARTITA'S MIND IS TRAVELING AND SHE IS DISORIENTED IN PERSON BECAUSE SHE BELIEVES HER NAME IS CLEOPATRA JONES ... YOU TELL THEM TO SHUT THE F UP AND GET THEIR NOSES OUTTA THE TEXT BOOK ... TELL THEM THAT FINE SISTA MARTITA IS A-OKAY ... BECAUSE SHE MET UP WITH HER GRANDPA IN HER HAPPY PLACE.....

HAVE MERCY SOMEBODY!!! MEET ME IN MY HAPPY PLACE ....

Post triggered by that senior I saw on yesterday and that nurse who told me the story of how she met her patient in her HAPPY PLACE ...  

Journal entries... my digital journal a picture a day keeps the pounds and the inches away .... saving it for my late winter years to ... another one of my happy places....