Mrs Jones* Part II
“Mrs. Jones* open your mouth for some tomato soup”, I coax.
“I’m opening my mouth for ‘mata soup” she replies as the spoon is in her mouth, thus causing the drenching by tomato soup as described in the last blog.
Mrs. Jones had a practice of repeating everything you say. Another one of her charms.
“Let me help you out of bed,” I offer.
“Miss Betty is helping me out of bed”
One day I was feverishly working to complete my tasks for the day when I hear a terrified Mrs. Jones screaming “Miss Betty! Miss Betty! I can’t see! I can’t see!”
I rush to room 603, not sure of what I will encounter. Mrs. Jones lay there in bed frantic. I am no medical genius but I diagnosed her problem immediately.
“Mrs. Jones…. you need to open your eyes.”
As if this were a new idea, she hesitantly lifted her lids and instantly the world around her was no longer dark. Relief washed over the face of this precious woman. “OH! Miss Betty!” was her thankful reply.
We all forget things…our keys, our mother-in-law’s birthday, but I am still waiting for the day I forget to open my eyes.
It’s not entirely out of the question if you know me.
*names have been changed to protect the innocent