Elderspeak and Invisible Old People
This past September (September 1st to be exact) I was in a wheelchair in an emergency room with a fractured knee cap that occurred in a moment of fully lucid but impaired equilibrium. But here's the good news: the bottle of beer I was carrying remained unscathed. No shattered glass or a drop of foamy goodness was lost. (That takes talent!) I should have known better than to imbibe in the second bottle of brew but as the saying goes, "What the heck. I was having a good time." Even better news: the white jeans I was wearing survived without a mark or tear. relseo relseo relseo relseo relseo relseo relseo relseo relseo relseo relseo relseo relseo relseo relseo relseo relseo relseo relseo relseo relseo relseo relseo relseo relseo relseo relseo relseo relseo relseo relseo relseo relseo relseo relseo relseo relseo relseo relseo relseo relseo relseo relseo relseo relseo relseo relseo relseo relseo relseo relseo relseo relseo r...