Your Golden Years Should Be So Good

A few years ago my mother worked for a local hospital, part of her job was to help transition patients of the hospital into some type of long-term care facility. Her job required her to be “hands-on” with the people she was helping and often visited them in their rooms to explain the options they had.

One afternoon she was working with a patient who was sharing a room with another woman both women were in their seventies. As my mother was explaining how she would be able to help the woman she was working with a nurse came into the room to prep woman’s roommate for surgery.

The nurse closed the privacy curtain. She told the roommate she would need to be shaved before her procedure. Upon inspection of the area to be shaved the nurse with a bit of surprise in her voice said, “You don’t seem to have much hair.”

“Well, grass doesn’t grow on a busy street dear.”