I went to visit my friend Jan today – she’s been in a local nursing home for some weeks, having broken her upper arm in a fall. She couldn’t manage at home, being in her mid-eighties, living alone and none too steady on her feet and, though her arm is mending, she hasn’t been able to walk yet as she needs a frame and can’t yet use one. The home is in Yagnub, so I call on her quite often. She’s feeling despondent as she hardly can think she’s got a chance of being home for Christmas and isn’t at all sure if she’ll be able to manage at all. Since she’s always been very fit and well, it’s a depressing thought. She’s still interested in the outside world (which is not always the case when someone is in hospital long-term) and has lots of visitors, which is one good thing.
My good blog friend Pat were talking on Facebook recently about the need to not fall over as one gets old. It’s the most vital thing for keeping ones independence. It reminded me of a marvellous interview I listened to on the radio a few months ago, between Alistair Cooke, the Letter from America chap and I can’t remember who, from quite some years ago. He was quite old at the time, though his manner never seemed to age – anyway, he was being asked about being recognised. “When I get the ‘should I know who you are?’ line, I always say I’m Bob Hope,’ he chuckled. And told a story about one day in New York, when he saw an elegant, elderly lady walking out of (I think) the Plaza Hotel, walking in that careful way that meant she knew how imperative it was that she kept her balance. And she looked at him and recognised his face, and asked who he was. “I’m Bob Hope,” he said helpfully. “What a coincidence,’ she said. “I’m Mrs Bob Hope.” And she was!
Alistair Cooke never reached his anecdotage, I don’t think, but maybe I have, and it’s not even my anecdote.
I’ve booked my car in for a service, bought sensible slippers (good for the Factory Shop, better at half the price – in this instance – than the other places I tried) and dealt with some vital paperwork by passing it on to someone else. I know! And he offered, so I don’t feel at all guilty about it.