Cold-Hearted Miss Priss

“You know Ann, my Mother-In-Law is just one big pain in the ass”

Blah, blah, blah

” She just wants attention, so she bugs the hell out of us. She sits in that wheelchair and ask for anything she can think of. Honey can you get me my handkerchief? Honey, can you get me a cold glass of water? Honey, can you get me out of this hard chair and into something more comfortable. My tailbone is starting to hurt.”

Blah, blah, blah.

“You know Ann. She is just asking for pity. She better ask Marge to be her slave next time there is a party going on. Why, I could hardly mingle at the party. I didn’t go there to wait on someone who can turn those wheels herself.”

My brother had a doctor‘s appointment today. As usual we sat and Al slept in his chair. A woman with a matching outfit and purse plus jewelry walked in for her appointment. She was talking on her hot-pink cell phone and went on with her talk after announcing she had arrived.

I don’t consider it eavesdropping since she didn’t even lower  her voice. I was ashamed of her. A woman with her social status, speaking like this.

At one point she looked at me and gave me one of those fake smiles and then glanced at Al. Her glance stayed on him as she chattered like a Barbie Doll. I leaned over to her and asked. ” Is something on my brother’s face?”

She looked at me and said, “no honey, I don’t see anything, why?”

“Oh I just noticed you watching him so intently, I thought he had a bloody nose or something. He is here to  for an appointment also. I wouldn’t want to take him in if he looked less than presentable.”

She looked at me with that pasted smile and then went back to her conversation.

Soon the nurse came out to the lobby. She called Al’s name. I waited and Al didn’t move. The nurse called him again. Then I got up and pushed him to his room.  I mentioned to the doctor that it was very difficult to get him into doctor’s appointments on my own. I asked him if he made house calls.

He laughed like Santa Clause, “Oh no, I don’t have enough time to make house calls. I believe that went out years ago.”

” Do you know anyone who may consider my request?”

“No.”

I found it odd that people can be so cold. It isn’t that I expected this doctor to actually make a house call. It is the fact that he had no compassion for our circumstances and laughed me off.

The lady out in the waiting room, Miss Priss? I hope to God that when it is my turn to need help I don’t get any of her relatives as my caregiver.

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