My young neighbor, Lisa, came over for a visit yesterday and we spent the afternoon yakking about just about everything.
Lisa is a lovely Chinese lady of 28 with a good career whose parents hope she'll marry a nice Chinese man one day. I've told her never to marry just for the sake of being married. I think I sometimes tend to try to give too much advice but I had to say that.
We discussed politics and seem to have the same opinions. We discussed neighbors and agree we have the best there are. We discussed Nolan, of course.
During the course of our many topics, Lisa mentioned how squeamish she is about blood and gore...just like me. I said that when confronted with nasty stuff like that I get achy pains up and down my thighs but Lisa had never heard of such a thing. It's always happened to me and I understand it's some sort of reaction of my brain signals gone haywire when confronted with gory stuff. The feeling is like a slight pain intensifying into weakness in my thighs so maybe it's a warning of a potential faint. Interesting.
When Dennis was sick he eventually needed my personal care for attending to drainage. Normally, this would sicken me to the point that I wouldn't be able to function but, in his case, I had to do the job. It's amazing how you can turn your brain off when having to perform unwanted actions but that's what I did. I believe that hardened me a bit and now I'm not so squeamish. It's a childish trait, anyway, and not befitting an adult.
Lisa works in a hospital but can't bring herself to visit her parents the odd time they've been hospitalized. It's simply too intense for her. Luckily, she has a sister who is a nurse and easily takes care of those situations. I think we all can find reserves in ourselves to deal with unpleasant situations when we have to, though.
I'm going out for dinner with Lisa and Anna today as long as my eyelids haven't swollen shut but they look okay this morning. The girls are good company and I'm glad they seem to like mine, too.
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