We flew from Heathrow to Newark, N.J. yesterday. It was a decent flight, but flying is always wearying – the time change never helping. Unsurprisingly, we’re a bit tired today.
Before it’s back to the Catskills, we’ve detoured to see my parents. My soon to be 73 year old Dad’s recently recovered from a bout with pneumonia. When my Mom took him to the urgent care two weeks ago, this is how the initial sign-in went:
The admitting nurse/ receptionist, questioning him: “So tell me what were you doing when you first felt that pain in your back?”
My Dad (having trouble breathing and barely able to speak): “Uh, I was outside, pulling weeds….”
The nurse: “You were smoking weed?”
The waiting room went dead silent. Welcome to rural Pennsylvania. I’m trying to picture an NHS nurse making that observation. 😉