What was I saying about it never staying hot & muggy in Arizona long enough to make you crazy?
Uh oh! Here come the white coats!
Apparently my marbles had slipped out my ears when I wrote that squib… It is so hot and so gooey out there that it indeed does feel just like Saudi Arabia. I can’t remember the weather here ever being this bad. And it’s only July: normally a hot and dry period. Yes, hot, but because of the dessication, not usually all that uncomfortable. Just now, at 8:25 in the morning, it’s overcast and 98 out there, with 20 percent humidity.
Twenty percent of the air is water? Eeek! 😀
Silliness aside, it really does look strangely grim out there.
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Waiting for M’hijito to come pick me up. We’re off to the Mayo today, where I expect to be adjudged mentally incompetent, in the not a joke department.
Yes. My son has decided I’m non compos mentis, and he’s been dragging me out there for all sorts of pointless, fruitless, time-wasting meetings.
A day ago, I found myself sitting beside a doctor and being catechized on how to use an appointment calendar.
No joke! They give their brain-dead clients a stupid little calendar with dates, lines to enter reminders, and little squares to check off things you’ve somehow, miraculously remembered to do. This woman sat me down and guided me through every step of how to enter an appointment, and how to find an appointment, and how to check it off the list. Seriously. I had sit through a half-hour catechism on how to use a calendar.
I have a calendar in my office that keeps track of all appointments and to-do’s. A whiteboard on my office door that lists the current day’s to-do’s. And another whiteboard in the kitchen that lists things like workmen to call and grocery/household items to buy at the store. Extra reminders for the most urgent tasks appear on a pad on the refrigerator. Sorry: but I don’t think I need a fourth to-do list.
Explaining to her that I do not carry a purse in which to lug her marvelous notebook and that I am not about to start carrying a purse did not make so much as a tiny dent in the woman’s determination.
Jayzus! What a bore, and what a waste of time.
Today we go to a weekly time-wasting group where we sit there for an hour listening to brain-withered oldsters natter on about how they forgot where they put their shoes!
No joke. That is exactly what we heard in the last meeting.
What makes this even more annoying is that the Mayo is almost an hour’s drive from here. So the round trip blows away well over 90 minutes on the road…almost two hours wasted for the privilege of wasting an hour on the Mayo’s campus.
I’m finding this very frustrating.
Suggest contacting an elder abuse attorney’s office. You are hardly in the situation of the others you describe in the Mayo Clinic support group, as evidenced by the syntax and structure of your blog posts. Furthermore, being delivered to such depressing and unsuitable meetings by your son (who has a vested interest in putting you in the old folkerie’s memory ward) seems to underscore the need for you to consult an advocate.
It’s a thought. Unfortunately, my lawyer died, and his partners dissoloved the law firm. Honestly, I dunno which way to jump!
I agree with Mr. Goery’s comment. Have you looked into what your county offers in Senior Services? They should be able to provide you with resources.