he'd
probably be embarrassed to get out.
NOPE..not him.
About 2 days after
he was released, he called.
"Okay baby, you ready to take me somewhere? I can't sit here any
more."
I went right over, and loaded him, the wheelchair, his oxygen and all his
"stuff' into the car.
Me: "alright dad, where are we going?"
Dad: "HMM..I thought you'd have some idea."
Me: "I don't know what you're in the mood for."
Dad: "let's go to Walgreens. I have no idea why, but I DO need a
razor. AND...it's a drug store. They're used to seeing people that look
sick."
here we go to Walgreens...
I got him unloaded, put his oxygen on, and pushed him while he pushed a
cart. It was quite a train.
We went down all the aisles...(It had been in the paper that dad had been
in the hospital again), so he got a lot of "hello Mr Cash, How are
you feeling?"
DAD: "Oh, I look a lot worse than I really am."
Everyone asked how he was doing.
Some he answered, "Oh, I'm okay just suckin'some air."
We ended up in the aisle with shaving cream, razors, etc , and Dad loaded
the cart with 10 or 12 MACH III razors. He didn't just buy the
replacements, he bought the entire sets.
I reminded him that he had the main parts at home, but he didn't care.
Then the candy aisle. A few packs of sugar free chocolate candy.
Again, we checked out, and the total was ridiculous for 2 little bags.
I didn't say anything this time...I just gave him the bags to hold while I
pushed him and the oxygen on wheels. (not easy to do at once by yourself.)
As we were leaving, the clerk said, "take care of yourself,
sir."
he said, "oh I will. I'm going home to eat some bad tasting candy and
shave a lot." |
