A 45 year class reunuin and and the lounge of an assisted living facility? Sadly, just about
I didn't want to go because of The Fog and all, but the hubby convinced me it would be fun and it was only about twenty minutes away. Friday night was an informal get together at a bar which was part one of a three part week-end. It is the only event I went to. No name tags. Immediately, five women rushed up to me, hugs all around and I didn't recognize one of them. It's been twenty years since I went to a reunion. One woman said "You look like you don't know who I am...we went to the Hollywood theatre every friday night and smoked in the girls room!" Eventually, I got the names straight and I really had a terrific time.
But...there were a few in wheel chairs...walkers...quite a number of people who had to stay seated and friends had to come to them. One of my close friends way back when, had been flying a Boeing 747 the morning of 9/11 and when he got a message to land his plane anywhere, he did so and immediately had a heart attack the minute the wheels hit the tarmac. He is suffering from tremendous PTSD.
I am thankful that at this point in time, my worst condition is fibro. This had put things in persepective for me and I am glad I went.
The worst faux pas I made was going into the mens room. The doors were labeled Hens and Roosters. The guy at the urninal informed me I was not a rooster, which I knew but had to go so bad I didn't want to wait in the huge line of women who were putting their make up on, and rearranging their wardrobes inside the stalls. I pee and get out....
fibro, menieres disease, RLS, anxiety disorder, disc compression, scoliosis, spinal stenosis TMJ Meds: Lexapro and valium