Advice from Old People
Sometimes, just sometimes, old people say something worth listening to. Ok, so it's like picking the needle out of a whole haystack of mis-remembered war stories, but those gems should be celebrated.
Tell us something worthwhile an old-type person has told you.
Note, we're leaving the definition of old up to you, you smooth-skinned youngsters.
( , Thu 19 Jun 2008, 16:16)
Sometimes, just sometimes, old people say something worth listening to. Ok, so it's like picking the needle out of a whole haystack of mis-remembered war stories, but those gems should be celebrated.
Tell us something worthwhile an old-type person has told you.
Note, we're leaving the definition of old up to you, you smooth-skinned youngsters.
( , Thu 19 Jun 2008, 16:16)
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My Glaswegian Granny
When my devoutly Catholic gran was dying from stomach cancer I used to go round and look after her for a few hours to give my mum and aunties a break and it was pretty hard. She was always in lots of pain and gradually getting worse. Anyway, I was chatting to her one day, she was very sick and obviously having a particularly bad time so I rang my mum to ask what I should do. She replied that I should check that she had her morphine patches on for pain relief.
I went to my gran who was bed ridden by then and asked if she had her morphine patch on and she laughed. She said that I wasn't to tell anyone but she was removing the patches when no-one was looking because "God wants me to suffer like Jesus did on the cross" and that the natural way to die is in lots of pain.
I have to admit, I had to respect her decision and it reinforced the fact that though very small, she was as tough as old boots. I for one will have patches on each arm and leg and ideally a smack drip pumping directly into my aorta when the time comes.
( , Sat 21 Jun 2008, 0:01, 2 replies)
When my devoutly Catholic gran was dying from stomach cancer I used to go round and look after her for a few hours to give my mum and aunties a break and it was pretty hard. She was always in lots of pain and gradually getting worse. Anyway, I was chatting to her one day, she was very sick and obviously having a particularly bad time so I rang my mum to ask what I should do. She replied that I should check that she had her morphine patches on for pain relief.
I went to my gran who was bed ridden by then and asked if she had her morphine patch on and she laughed. She said that I wasn't to tell anyone but she was removing the patches when no-one was looking because "God wants me to suffer like Jesus did on the cross" and that the natural way to die is in lots of pain.
I have to admit, I had to respect her decision and it reinforced the fact that though very small, she was as tough as old boots. I for one will have patches on each arm and leg and ideally a smack drip pumping directly into my aorta when the time comes.
( , Sat 21 Jun 2008, 0:01, 2 replies)
small glaswegian granny's
always seem to be the toughest out of everyone.
( , Sat 21 Jun 2008, 0:06, closed)
always seem to be the toughest out of everyone.
( , Sat 21 Jun 2008, 0:06, closed)
Me?
Hmm... I'm having my head crushed by a concrete block from 300 feet up in the air whilst I sleep.
( , Sat 21 Jun 2008, 13:19, closed)
Hmm... I'm having my head crushed by a concrete block from 300 feet up in the air whilst I sleep.
( , Sat 21 Jun 2008, 13:19, closed)
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