My mom thought she was coming home today, but she isn't. Her doctors want to take one last, longing look at her lungs and blood. So I get to wait another day to play Nurse Nancy. (I had this book when I was little and completely loved it.)
My mom is not unhappy, nor is she disappointed, about staying another day in the hospital. She's of the generation when women stayed in the hospital for 5 days after even the uneventful delivery of a healthy baby, so she expects to remain in the hospital until she's strong again. Alas, the world has changed. But at least she gets another night to feel "safe."
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
Love the picture of Nurse Nancy - and, as I am sitting here at my computer desk, I have pulled out my copy of Doctor Dan the Bandage Man (complete with two real Band Aid adhesive bandages!) This LGB is a 1977 copy - oh how I still wish I had my 1950 copy.
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Hahaha, I came here to comment about having Doctor Dan the Bandage Man too! We have an older copy (not 1950, Mom, so don't worry) and a new reissue that still has the Bandaid in it. LS likes to read it. I never read Nurse Nancy, though. (And, oddly enough, I do NOT remember reading this as a child ... the first I remember knowing about it was when my little cousin wanted to read it all.the.time. when he was 2)
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