I escaped spending New Year’s Eve in the emergency room. My neighbor had a bleeding growth on top of his balding pate. Oh I can talk about him here – I’m 99 percent sure he won’t read this.
I love him. He’s eighty-something. He has a computer – he doesn’t look or seem to be the age that he is, but when you’re eighty-something, you don’t have time to troll the web for random blog sites. When he gives me a site address he says the entire www dot-whatever-the-hell-it-happens-to-be-dot com – cute!
I’m his secretary when he goes to Ireland. I mind his apartment, get his mail. I call him twice a week in Ireland to read it to him. Piece by piece. He gives me all kinds of instructions. I’m on the phone with him for an hour. Another elderly neighbor from Ireland used to mind his apartment for him. When she found out I was doing it she says, “Oh God bless you Sandee! I’m done with it — he thought I was his fucking secretary!”
When he called and told me that his head was bleeding, I ran down there. Turned out the bleeding happened during the evening. He thought he should go to emergency to check it out.
“I’ll get dressed and be back in half an hour,” I said – I had just thrown some slop on to run down there.
I felt guilty fluffing my lashes with mascara while he waited downstairs with his bleeding growth, but one half hour later exactly, I was ready.
I get there — he’s still in his robe, holding a tray of food.
“Come in. Have a seat Sandee,” he says.
What?! I almost choked wolfing down my food, and suffered guilt for putting on mascara, and you ain’t even ready — I put off my morning jog for you!
“Why don’t you just call me when you’re ready,” I said, and went up to change for a jog.”
I got back. No message. Haha! He did call — two hours later! Some emergency. I headed back to his apartment thinking, Maybe he changed his mind. Yay.
While he was dressed this time, he says all leisurely again, “Come in. Have a seat Sandee.” He sat in the reclining chair. I stood over his head to see the wound. It appeared fine.
“You’re not in pain?”
“No, it’s just the damn thing bleeding last night is all,” he says in his slight Irish brogue. He wasn’t bruised and wasn’t in pain. I suggested he wait till the day after New Year’s Day, when his doctor would be in.
“If an emergency happens in between, call me. But you don’t want to be going to emergency unless it’s really an emergency – we could be there hours.”
“Hours? Really?” He’d never been to emergency it turned out.
I had an angle then, while he still teetered on the idea of going.
“Yeah, trust me,” I said. I told him horror stories of the emergency room that we might see sitting in there so long and got him to change his mind. Brilliant! I’d seen some pretty horrible things in emergency, heard awful things.
He thought he’d be seen right away. Aha. Au contraire mon frère, I told him. When I was done with my horror stories, my buddy was turned off by the idea of going, and while I successfully angled for this to happen, I’m still taking brownie points. Dammit. But sure, I’d do it all again. He’s my buddy.
You’re a good woman to look out for your neighbor like that. I hope everything was all right. I got to spend New Year’s day in the ER a couple years ago with Dad (UTI that had gotten out of control; antibiotics and an overnight stay).
Oh boy! I hope he’s doing better. You also are a good woman indeed! Your dad’s lucky to have you in his life and you’re lucky to have him. Yes, I try to look out for the oldsters in the building, but they’re amazing really and don’t need much looking after. The woman I referred to is 86 and still rides her bike everyday and curses, as noted above, like a sailor! She says the most shocking things.
Why the hell am I having to sign in to comment. Twice now. Your buddy probably wants to visit. Lonely, you know. 😉 I don’t blame him. I’d enjoy your visit too.
I hate when that happens — it happens from time to time with wordpress for whatever reason. I’m glad you stuck it out George! That could be it too, loneliness — we do keep each other company sometimes. Thanks for the kind sentiment.
lol, reminds me of insurance “Like a good neighbor, Sandee is there-” lol
I should get this printed on a tee-shirt!
LOL!
Aww, you really are a softie.. He sounds like a real character, a good character.
He is a good character — old school — no pun intended 🙂
He sounds like a sweety. You’re a good neighbor and friend, Sandee. One day if you’re ever in that situation I’m sure you’ll be cared for in the same way. 🙂
I love him to death. I have a crush on him. Wouldn’t it be funny if he wound up having to take care of me — hahaha! Actually believe it or not, he has a girlfriend about 20 years his junior — she used to live with him but now she’s in MD taking care of her mom. She’s a very attractive woman. I know her as well. Good people.
Happy new year 🙂 🙂 🙂 missed u xxxxx
Aw thanks Cat! Happy New Year and I hope for all special things to come to you!
And You Sandee 🙂 🙂 🙂
may all Your Dreams come true xo
You’re good people.
Aw, thanks Fish!
Sandee, that’s so nice of you to take care of your neighbor. Sounds as if he really likes having you around. Friend, secretary, caregiver — you’re a jack of all trades, my friend. Happy 2013.
Happy New Year Brigitte! It’s no problem at all for me to look out for him. He’s one of my friends in the building.
Eighty-something with a bleeding head wound — that screams emergency room to me, too. it sounds like you handled it very well. I would have probably passed out.
Hahahahaha!
You’re a good friend, Sandee. Don’t be surprised however, if your eighty-something neighbor has a little surprise in his pants for you. Just sayin. =)
Haha. Gross. Better be careful if he pulls out a little blue pill, Sandee!
I know right Carrie! — Y’all are making me laugh!
Ahahahahaha! With Viagara and all that — who knows? And, it’s been a while for me — maybe I’d take him on — hehehe!
Maybe the old boy can still show you a thing or two, young lady! lol xoxoM
I wouldn’t be surprised Margarita!
You’re a good neighbor for taking care of your pal. And an even better one for dissuading him from going to the ER. Dang, those trips are nightmares.
Ah, so you know about the dreaded emergency room visits. I could right a really gruesome post about what I’ve seen during my trips there.
I know all about ER visits. I am accident prone, you know.
That is so nice of you to look after him. Lots of Karma points for you. And I love that an octogenarian is surfing the web. Who says the old don’t get it?
He’s on the ball I must say. The other eighty something year olds in this building are as well. They’re an example to me I tell ya what!
You’re so sweet taking care of your neighbor like that. Hope he’s alright now
Thanks MFE. He is okay now. I told him to keep me posted… I check on him here and there.
To live that long and not be acquainted with an emergency room?-A charmed life.
You are the neighbor I’d want:)
I know it’s crazy that I’ve been to emergency more than he has. God bless him! Thanks Elena!
You are so good to look out for him and be his friend, Sandee. That takes patience and time. He is lucky to have you. You are right about the ER….only if it’s a real emergency. Plus, I don’t know about you, but I pay quite a bit more for the ER!
I know a visit can be quite expensive if you don’t have insurance. We’re lucky if we never have to go down that route.
I’m all agog, Sandee, did you ever find out what caused the bleeding in the first place? He’s so lucky you dissuaded him from going to the emergency room! I spent 20 years there one night! xoxoM
Yeah 20 years — I can very well see it — I always say 102 years! Hahaha! He has a growth that his doctors are going to eventually remove but it started bleeding profusely he said. When I saw him he had bandages on it but there was dried blood surrounding it. There wasn’t any fresh blood coming out of it. I think it’s a benign growth of some sort. I guess he’ll have it taken care of sometime this week.
I love that you are kind to your neighbors! That makes me adore you more than ever! I hope that somebody is kind to me when I’m a crazy old woman someday…
Oh thank you Lauren! I’ve known him for 22 years since I moved in this building. He and his girlfriend were really nice to me when I moved in. I liked the old time neighborhoody feel of this building.
Let’s hope people would think to look after us if we should need it!
Bless your heart, Sandee, you’re so kind and funny. Your neighbor sounds like a typical Irish guy, not worrying much about a bleeding head. My dad would be the same way. And hell yeah about the ER. Unless you’re actually convulsing or choking, you’ll be there for hours. I’ll do pretty much anything to avoid going unless I absolutely have to. I assume your buddy is okay now?
Aw thanks Mme. W… My friend’s supposed to be taking care of it this week. He was expecting that he would be admitted, then of course, I’d have to be his sec’y again.
All in all, it’s very sweet that he can call on you. I can’t think of neighbor I can call on. You’re a great friend, even though you took half an hour to get dolled up. Haha! 🙂
Ahahaha! I thought about that, taking a half an hour for an emergency! But when I left him, I said, be back in 20 minutes and he squinted so then I suggested a half an hour and he thought that would be better. You know, this wasn’t an emergency situation at all, when you have that kind of time 🙂
wow
Yeah, I know right?! But at least he’s doing better. He’s my buddy — gotta look out for him.
very true. awww well you are a sweetheart that’s why.
Thank you!
hahah let’s hope he doesn’t get bored and idle enough to go blog hopping DWL! Sounds like a sweet elderly … you must have really freaked him out with that emergency room.. Truth be told I’d rather die at home than go to one if the need arose … by time they see me I’d be dead anyway so i might as well save some the hassle! 🙂
Haha! I never thought of the possibility of him blog hopping out of boredom — hahaha! That’s funny! I’m telling you, dying at home might be the more dignified option!