My aunt took Maggie to the eye specialist who only visits Nashua once a month. "The place was jumping," my aunt writes:
Our appointment was at 1:40 but we did not get to see the doctor until 5:45. There was an abundance of mothers in their 90s with their daughters in their 60s. After waiting for a few hours we started comparing notes. We found out that a couple of us had appointments at the same time with the same doctor. The waiting room has magazines from the year 2000 and no TVs. Most of the old ladies are half blind so reading a book to pass the time would be out of the question. One of the patients asked the receptionist if was ok to leave and do some errands and come back. That was not an option; they would lose their place in line. One of the married couples was concerned because she hates driving in the dark and her husband would not be able to drive because his eyes were dilated. Who would think you'd have to drive home in the dark when you appointment was at noon!?
There was a moment of levity when one of the other old ladies (only 83) mentioned that her 30 year old grandson was a research scientist [at a famous place]. He is thinking of making a career change. He wants to get married and have a family. She mentioned how smart he was in spite of being bipolar*. Maggie didn't skip a beat and asked if we had heard of the doctor who had just died of bipolar. The woman and I practically fell off of our chairs lauging. It was quite obvious she meant Ebola.So now in our office we call Ebola "bipolar."
*You know, old people. Us younger folks know that mental illness does not affect intelligence.