It must be my age-----
People seem to be dying all around me---
To-day I received an email from an old nursing classmate.
She wrote that one of our class mates had the flu, then a heart attack and died---
This is upsetting, to say the least!
I graduated in 1964, from Sick Kids in Toronto and this girl lived in my hall in residence.
I can see her in my mind .
In those days we wore the bibs and aprons and I remember hers was always perfectly starched and her apron just above her ankles as we were told it had to be. I tremember , a lot of us tried to hike up the aprons to show off our legs more, but she kept hers the right length. You see, every morning , before we went onto the wards, we had to line up in the vestibule of the hospital, and one very old nurse (at least she seemed very old then!)---would measure that apron with a ruler from the floor up---
Crazy what you remember eh?-
Joc had a boyfriend too, which she would sneak into residence. This was no easy task , getting the boyfriend past the German Lady downstairs at the front desk, in the residence. This guy looked like ""Bobby Darren. (Anyone remember him?)--His name was Bill Baily---
We used to sing that song to Joc, teasing her .
""Won't you come home Bill Bailey""?---- remember that song?
Poor Joc---She mustve been only in her 60's---cause that's what age I am---only a spring chicken, really!
There was another man, who passed away last week, who used to work with me as a Tour Guide in our small town here. He was Scottish, and so witty. When I think of him, I smile! He used to hide his bottles of liquor in his house away from his wife, and after a shift, would tell us he was going home for a ""wee libation".
I suppose it's all part of aging--- watching good people pass on!
It's hard though!
For me, I'll probably be ""sparking"" for the next 100 years on here, working on this weight!
After all, a gal's got to do what a gal has to do!