Sinderella Sandals & Seniors

What you need to know about the shoes.

In your imagination, take the chains from the heels on the right, and place a chain on each trap on the flats on the left and you will see in your Mind's Eye, what the story below is about.

Mostly About.

 Below is the tale of my recent Wellness Visit to my Primary Care Physician. The resident Prince is one of many Resident Doctors that work in the office of my Primary Care Physician. They do her work, she comes in afterwards and they tell her what I said and what they said, and she says things like. why did you tell her that? or What do you think we should do? 

 The majority of these Residents are Male, only 2 females and I ALWAYS get the MALES, 2 at a time once in a while. Even after I advised them, I chose my doctor because I prefer female doctors.

Myself and 2 ladies, were chatting. The three of us sat, in the shape of a triangle with me the single point. We were waiting in the lobby of the Doctors office. Filling out paperwork, waiting for our names to be called.

All three of us were chatters, you know, Chatty Cathy's. I can't remember who said what first but, somewhere in the conversation I said to Chatty 1, the woman in the gold sandals, I love your shoes. If I could wear them, I would ask where you got them. 

She said I love these, look at the cute zipper, so easy to slip on and off, Chatty 2 chimed in with "I have to wear ugly shoes, like this and held up her sneakered feet. I can't walk in anything else. I'm 85 and pretty shoes don't work anymore. 

Chatty 1 stated I am 87, but I still love my shoes, I have not had a real shoe on my feet in 40 years. Only open toes. My friends all have curly toes, because they all wear tight shoes.

Chatty 3, Myself, held out my feet in croc sandals and said I can't wear shoes either. Only sandals. Pulling up my leggings, I showed the ugly veins that are my right ankle and said, I can't even wear sneaker like yours. It hurts the ankle, and my legs have veins and brown spots so no shorts for me.

Chatty 1 laughed and said "Don't talk about brown spots, I have them on my face, you can't see them, for the makeup. 

Chatty Me said I have them too, and can't seem to find a makeup that does not make my eyes burn and itch, but I did just find a fragrance-free powder that covers the brown spots. I had to order from Amazon. 

Chatty 2 says, I have the same problem, itching burning eyes from makeup. 

Chatty 1 says "ME TOO, I can't even wear mascara."

I say "I can't either."

 Chatty 2 says, "me either. but I did find one."

Mid-sentence, the door opened, and the resident Doctor Broussard says Sandra?

He laughs as I say "oh no, now I will never know what you found. all three of us laughing and saying goodbye like we were lifetime best friends.

He waits patiently.

As we walked down the hall and the handsome YOUNG Doc weighs me, I keep, well, Chatting! 

I said, "we were discussing how none of the 3 of us can wear makeup because it burns/itches our eyes and discussing how we cover our brown spots. I am the baby, at 78 and the others are 83 and 87."

Big smile on the Residence Prince Doctor as he says, "I did not know that, about makeup and seniors and burning itching eyes. My dad is a dermatologist, and I will tell him about your problems and maybe he can invent something." I said Well tell him to make something we can afford, that is the problem. It out there for movie stars."

Finally, I found a Male Resident Doctor I can relate to, He is now known as Dr. Chatty CARL!

If he had a practice, I would go there.

If I had a better memory, I would tell you all he and I chatted about.

I might even tell you how long the patient behind me had to wait!

Brahahaha

Sorry my Friends, it seems I am a Chatty Writer Also....