29 April 2017
Story #861
R. Linda:
Having Sean staying with us "indefinitely" has not come without some hiccoughs. I need not rehash Easter dinner, but I will tell you about the latest event that could have resulted in a barrage of unnecessary medical bills.
Me little grey-haired, apple-cheeked Mam was busy today. She did her laundry, the kiddo's laundry, tidied up the house, swept the back deck, fed the rabbit, rinsed the dishes and decided to take a break. She went onto the back deck with our dog to relax a wee bit. Already out there sunning himself was cousin Sean, who did not a lick of anything all day. Anyway, Mam is out there enjoying the breeze, the quiet, when Sean interrupts her peace with this:
"Due ye always shake like dat, Aunt?" He asked her.
Well, Mam wasn't aware she was shaking, but when she looked down at her arms resting on the chair, oh dear, she saw that she was shaking like a leaf.
"Well . . . I be a bit hot frum werkin' house chores," said she continuing to shake.
"I tink maybe ye should goo inside, dare auntie, yer gonna haf a heart attack oot here in dis heat."
"Oh my," she said, "the breeze wuz coolin' me off it wuz. How's me colour?"
"Well, when ya came oot ya looked kinda red in da face ya did, but now yer kinda pale."
"Oh my," she said, watching her shaking getting worse.
"I'll drive ya ta da casualty," Sean said, about to get up.
That's when I came out to take in a breath of fresh air. I could see right off that something was amiss and heard Sean's offer. I asked what the matter was. I was told that Mam was probably having a heart attack or worse, a stroke, from doing too much housework.
She looked perfectly fine to me, except there was worry on her brow. I watched as the shaking continued and noticed the dog was leaning against her chair, panting. Un huh, thank you, Sean.
I called the dog to me, and miracle of miracles, the shaking stopped.
"I suddenly feel better," Mam said, noticing she wasn't shaking anymore.
I tell ya!
I explained it was the dog doing the shaking next to her chair and that she was perfectly fine, no thanks to Dr. Sean, who looked quite a bit embarrassed about upsetting the olwan. Can you imagine if he did drive her to casualty and they sent her for tests? Geez Louise! I am grateful he be looking out for Mam and all, but couldn't he be a bit more observant before he puts the fear of God in her and has me paying large medical bills for nothing? Oi!
Gabe
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Story #861
R. Linda:
Having Sean staying with us "indefinitely" has not come without some hiccoughs. I need not rehash Easter dinner, but I will tell you about the latest event that could have resulted in a barrage of unnecessary medical bills.
Me little grey-haired, apple-cheeked Mam was busy today. She did her laundry, the kiddo's laundry, tidied up the house, swept the back deck, fed the rabbit, rinsed the dishes and decided to take a break. She went onto the back deck with our dog to relax a wee bit. Already out there sunning himself was cousin Sean, who did not a lick of anything all day. Anyway, Mam is out there enjoying the breeze, the quiet, when Sean interrupts her peace with this:
"Due ye always shake like dat, Aunt?" He asked her.
Well, Mam wasn't aware she was shaking, but when she looked down at her arms resting on the chair, oh dear, she saw that she was shaking like a leaf.
"Well . . . I be a bit hot frum werkin' house chores," said she continuing to shake.
"I tink maybe ye should goo inside, dare auntie, yer gonna haf a heart attack oot here in dis heat."
"Oh my," she said, "the breeze wuz coolin' me off it wuz. How's me colour?"
"Well, when ya came oot ya looked kinda red in da face ya did, but now yer kinda pale."
"Oh my," she said, watching her shaking getting worse.
"I'll drive ya ta da casualty," Sean said, about to get up.
That's when I came out to take in a breath of fresh air. I could see right off that something was amiss and heard Sean's offer. I asked what the matter was. I was told that Mam was probably having a heart attack or worse, a stroke, from doing too much housework.
She looked perfectly fine to me, except there was worry on her brow. I watched as the shaking continued and noticed the dog was leaning against her chair, panting. Un huh, thank you, Sean.
I called the dog to me, and miracle of miracles, the shaking stopped.
"I suddenly feel better," Mam said, noticing she wasn't shaking anymore.
I tell ya!
I explained it was the dog doing the shaking next to her chair and that she was perfectly fine, no thanks to Dr. Sean, who looked quite a bit embarrassed about upsetting the olwan. Can you imagine if he did drive her to casualty and they sent her for tests? Geez Louise! I am grateful he be looking out for Mam and all, but couldn't he be a bit more observant before he puts the fear of God in her and has me paying large medical bills for nothing? Oi!
Gabe
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