Sunday, 6 February 2011
At least the garden is loving the rainy weather we've been having lately. From the kitchen window, these lilies look a bit like friendly faces saying, "Hello there!"
The weather today was really freaky - in our southernmost city we awoke to a heat wave of Singaporian proportions. Walking outside was like walking into an oven. But we didn't have to suffer for long; at around two o'clock in the afternoon the weirdness vanished, replaced by a more familiar cool southerly breeze and a misty drizzle rolling in.
I am going to have to up the advocacy for an aunty in hospital. She is nearly eighty years old and a 'Miss'. I suspect some of the staff at the hospital have labelled her as 'just a little old lady on her own' - certainly going by how two young medics were talking to her the other day when I was there. They looked about 18 years old and were more or less shouting at her, talking slowly to her as if she was a child. I have never heard my aunt being talked to like that. She is a funny, lively character, full of personality, talkative, intelligent - as sharp as a tack. If they presume her to be a bit shaky and dim, they have presumed wrongly.
She said that some of the doctors talk about her at the foot of her bed as if she's not there, then turn away without offering updates or info.
I feel like telling them that if they think they can dismiss this Miss, they've got another think coming. What they have on their hands is a woman who is an aunty to millions! an ex-teacher to thousands, who has two sisters and eight cousins and a mighty Southland tribe of staunch followers and friends prepared to drop tools and march up to Otago on her behalf at any given second. Oh yes. Believe me, they wouldn't know what hit them!