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| Close to Nowhere Old lady disease? Some of my favorite people in the world are old ladies! The first “old lady” that I really knew was my husband’s grandmother. (My grandmothers lived long distances away and I saw them infrequently -- my grandfathers were both deceased.) “Ma” as everyone called Pop’s grandmother, was your typical Southern “old lady.” A little, thin woman, who was approximately 70 when I married into the family, she was a widow and truly, the family matriarch. At my young, tender age, I thought 70ish was really, really old (the closer I get to 70, the younger it seems!). And Ma had pleurisy. So, pleurisy became, in my mind, an “old lady disease.” Another of my favorite old ladies, Inez Collins, also was in her 70s and also had pleurisy. So, there you go! Conclusive proof that pleurisy is an “old lady disease.” The only drawback to that conclusion is the fact that I have pleurisy. I’m suffering mightily with it right now and have suffered mightily with it three or four times in the past. If you see me slowly shuffling down the street, kinda bent over to one side and moaning softly to myself, you’re gonna think -- wow, there goes an old lady with pleurisy. And you know what? You’d be right! I’m not 70ish yet, but, when suffering mightily with pleurisy, you certainly feel it! (For those fortunate enough not to know what pleurisy is -- there is a lining between your lungs and your rib cage called, strangely enough, the pleura. When that gets inflamed, usually related to some other lung ailment, every breath you take is painful, every movement of your ribs is painful and coughing is agony. All of which explains the bent-over shuffling and the pitiful moaning!) • As an aforementioned lung ailment sufferer, I’m usually sick when I come home from a trip. The trip that brought this latest lung ailment on was when I took my granddaughter Remy and we ran away to Jackson (MS). Remy graciously allowed her mother to tag along with us; we three “girls” spent four days in Jackson. Meredith, the oldest granddaughter, was at camp. Remy opted not to go to camp, but to run away with her Bumpy. We generally go out-of-state for vacations, etc., but I’d heard about a dinosaur exhibit at the Museum of Natural Science in Jackson -- I love dinosaurs! The exhibit was really cool! Robotic dinosaurs roared all through their exhibit hall and skeletons of “real” dinosaurs hung all around the vast, glassed-in rotunda. The rest of the museum was interesting also and worth a visit all on its own. There are several museums in Jackson that are full of wonders. And Vicksburg is just down the road. Wanna talk about your history there? And, there’s a great quilt shop in Jackson! Quilt Arts is worth the trip all by itself! |
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