Wednesday, August 15, 2012
No Visitors, Please
"You just call him and tell him I don't need him back up here." "Your minister?" "Yes, my minister. And, anyone else for that matter." "But, I think you would enjoy some company." "I don't want to deal with anyone. It would suit me if no one knew I was here." Well, that horse had left the barn given that her little excursion to the hospital had involved her, an ambulance, and the help of three of her neighbors. I was just amazed it had not been reported by Anderson Cooper on AC 360, but then it may have, I had not been watching. But, I digress.
Had the neighborhood been tech savy-at all, the Twitter verse would be going nuts. Perhaps there are advantages to not being past CD players and Jitterbug phones.
"When you go by my house make sure you get my phone book." "For what, I may ask?" "There are a few people I need you to call." I started to say something smart like - so I can tell them, 'Now you know Mama is not in the hospital. And, if she were, she would not want visitors. But she's not, so don't worry.'
"You know you enjoyed you company yesterday." "Well that was different. That was Dottie and Sue and Nancy." "But they still were visitors. And they cheered you up." "Well it would be fine if I could pick who came, when they came, and how long they stayed."
All I could think of was a bouncer out side the door with a list on a clip board and a velvet rope. Friends would be saying, "But, I know her." The bouncer would look at his list and grunt, "Sorry, if you're not on the list, you're not going in. Now stay behind the rope please." or "Not your turn yet, buddy. I said you get 7 minutes at 4:15."
On the way home, I called her friend Sue and told her what time the visiting hours were. "Oh, we got this figured out. One of us is going up to see her every afternoon. She needs the company, whether she knows it or not." "Yes mam. Thank you so much. I think that's exactly what she needs."
True friends know you best. They can handle the rope line.