Re: One of Sher's writings

[Guest guest]

Thank you, Sweetie. I enjoyed it, but why do people not call me by those endeartments instead of

& %#@$^ which I cannot use in this post?

Jack

One of Sher's writings

Hi everybody... I was looking at some of my past writings and I thought you might enjoy this little piece. I so miss writing (and can see today where I could have "done a better job" on this). Writers and artists have a tough time knowing when to "stop tweaking".

My illness has taken from me the ability to write as I used to. Well...anyway. .......... ......... ...

Senior Mental Health Program Newsletter Vol. 7 No. 3 Fall, 2003 - Page 8

PET PEEVES

I don’t know about you, but words like

“Honey”, “Sweetie”, and “Dear” are pet

names for my husband, children and grandchildren.

I do not like these words delivered

to me from a waitress along with my meal.

Nor do I appreciate the familiarity of these

words when spoken by a store clerk, the

person who cuts my hair or the lady at the

checkout stand at the grocery store. Waiting

in my doctor’s office, I am immediately

piqued when the receptionist and/or nurse

call me “Sweetie”. I have a name. I won’t

get confused. Please don’t patronize me

with friendly gestures. Respect me by using

my name.

I know, I know, people who use these words

wish only to be friendly, helpful, warm, encouraging, sympathetic, comforting, affectionate and kind. Everything I may need in

particular circumstances. What I don’t need

is feeling impersonal in my particular circumstance.

I think “Sweetie” is adorable pinned

on my granddaughters, who of course are

sweet beyond measure! “Sweetie” doesn’t

go with my outfit and I don’t need a label

pinned on me like a name tag at Nursery

School.. I will not get lost. I promise. I have

on occasion, asked the bearer of these

cheerful greetings to please not call me

“Sweetie” or “Dear” and I tell them what I tell

you, it sounds so patronizing. Well, then we

are each embarrassed and falling over each

other to explain ourselves. More often than

not my husband and I roll our eyes at each

other, grimace and say nothing.

Another one of my pet peeves is when I see

a senior treated like a twit! You know what I

mean. If you don’t see or hear well, conversation is directed at a third party as if your brain is dead and you can’t make your own decisions. “Is she tolerating her medication?”a nurse asked me about my blind

grandmother. “I don’t know, ask her,” was

my immediate reply. “Would she like soup or

salad?” was asked of me on another day

but my answer was the same, “I don’t know,

ask her.”

I love seniors. I am one, and nobody asked me about my pet peeves but at least nobody calls me “sweetie” when I voice my opinion.

MamaSher, age 69. IPF 3-06, OR../ NasturtiumsDon't fret about tomorrow, God is already there!

[Guest guest]

What can I say Jack? A rose by any other name is still a rose... A rascal by any other name still gets called names! lol

MamaSher, age 69. IPF 3-06, OR./ NasturtiumsDon't fret about tomorrow, God is already there!

One of Sher's writings

Hi everybody... I was looking at some of my past writings and I thought you might enjoy this little piece. I so miss writing (and can see today where I could have "done a better job" on this). Writers and artists have a tough time knowing when to "stop tweaking".

My illness has taken from me the ability to write as I used to. Well...anyway. .......... ......... ...

Senior Mental Health Program Newsletter Vol. 7 No. 3 Fall, 2003 - Page 8

PET PEEVES

I don’t know about you, but words like

“Honey”, “Sweetie”, and “Dear” are pet

names for my husband, children and grandchildren.

I do not like these words delivered

to me from a waitress along with my meal.

Nor do I appreciate the familiarity of these

words when spoken by a store clerk, the

person who cuts my hair or the lady at the

checkout stand at the grocery store. Waiting

in my doctor’s office, I am immediately

piqued when the receptionist and/or nurse

call me “Sweetie”. I have a name. I won’t

get confused. Please don’t patronize me

with friendly gestures. Respect me by using

my name.

I know, I know, people who use these words

wish only to be friendly, helpful, warm, encouraging, sympathetic, comforting, affectionate and kind. Everything I may need in

particular circumstances. What I don’t need

is feeling impersonal in my particular circumstance.

I think “Sweetie” is adorable pinned

on my granddaughters, who of course are

sweet beyond measure! “Sweetie” doesn’t

go with my outfit and I don’t need a label

pinned on me like a name tag at Nursery

School.. I will not get lost. I promise. I have

on occasion, asked the bearer of these

cheerful greetings to please not call me

“Sweetie” or “Dear” and I tell them what I tell

you, it sounds so patronizing. Well, then we

are each embarrassed and falling over each

other to explain ourselves. More often than

not my husband and I roll our eyes at each

other, grimace and say nothing.

Another one of my pet peeves is when I see

a senior treated like a twit! You know what I

mean. If you don’t see or hear well, conversation is directed at a third party as if your brain is dead and you can’t make your own decisions. “Is she tolerating her medication?”a nurse asked me about my blind

grandmother. “I don’t know, ask her,” was

my immediate reply. “Would she like soup or

salad?” was asked of me on another day

but my answer was the same, “I don’t know,

ask her.”

I love seniors. I am one, and nobody asked me about my pet peeves but at least nobody calls me “sweetie” when I voice my opinion.

MamaSher, age 69. IPF 3-06, OR../ NasturtiumsDon't fret about tomorrow, God is already there!

[Guest guest]

OOOOOPPSS to late Sweetie...   Love and Prayers, Peggy   IPF  2004,  Florida"Worry looks around, Sorry looks back,  Faith looks up."

[Guest guest]

Yeah, I knew I'd get a sweetie from you! 'Tis ok. That was just an article. You're a dearie too. lol

MamaSher, age 69. IPF 3-06, OR./ NasturtiumsDon't fret about tomorrow, God is already there!

Re: One of Sher's writings

OOOOOPPSS to late Sweetie...

Love and Prayers, Peggy

IPF 2004, Florida

"Worry looks around,

Sorry looks back,

Faith looks up."

[Guest guest]

Mama-Sher, that was a fun read! You would NOT be very happy down in my

neck of the woods though. In my house every one and the dogs are

called " sweetie " " honey " " baby " or " darlin' " ...except for Chaz and he

is called You Old So and So!

I guess it's a Southern thang, since I didn't do this when I lived in

Cali or Oregon. My daughter does it too, as well as my sisters and niece.

Which is strange because, ya know, we really DO know each others

names!

Hugs!

Babs in Texas

>

> Hi everybody... I was looking at some of my past writings and I

thought you might enjoy this little piece. I so miss writing (and can

see today where I could have " done a better job " on this). Writers

and artists have a tough time knowing when to " stop tweaking " .

>

> My illness has taken from me the ability to write as I used to.

Well...anyway......................

>

>

>

> Senior Mental Health Program Newsletter Vol. 7 No. 3 Fall, 2003 - Page 8

>

>

>

> PET PEEVES

>

> I don't know about you, but words like

>

> " Honey " , " Sweetie " , and " Dear " are pet

>

> names for my husband, children and grandchildren.

>

> I do not like these words delivered

>

> to me from a waitress along with my meal.

>

> Nor do I appreciate the familiarity of these

>

> words when spoken by a store clerk, the

>

> person who cuts my hair or the lady at the

>

> checkout stand at the grocery store. Waiting

>

> in my doctor's office, I am immediately

>

> piqued when the receptionist and/or nurse

>

> call me " Sweetie " . I have a name. I won't

>

> get confused. Please don't patronize me

>

> with friendly gestures. Respect me by using

>

> my name.

>

> I know, I know, people who use these words

>

> wish only to be friendly, helpful, warm, encouraging, sympathetic,

comforting, affectionate and kind. Everything I may need in

>

> particular circumstances. What I don't need

>

> is feeling impersonal in my particular circumstance.

>

> I think " Sweetie " is adorable pinned

>

> on my granddaughters, who of course are

>

> sweet beyond measure! " Sweetie " doesn't

>

> go with my outfit and I don't need a label

>

> pinned on me like a name tag at Nursery

>

> School. I will not get lost. I promise. I have

>

> on occasion, asked the bearer of these

>

> cheerful greetings to please not call me

>

> " Sweetie " or " Dear " and I tell them what I tell

>

> you, it sounds so patronizing. Well, then we

>

> are each embarrassed and falling over each

>

> other to explain ourselves. More often than

>

> not my husband and I roll our eyes at each

>

> other, grimace and say nothing.

>

> Another one of my pet peeves is when I see

>

> a senior treated like a twit! You know what I

>

> mean. If you don't see or hear well, conversation is directed at a

third party as if your brain is dead and you can't make your own

decisions. " Is she tolerating her medication? " a nurse asked me about

my blind

>

> grandmother. " I don't know, ask her, " was

>

> my immediate reply. " Would she like soup or

>

> salad? " was asked of me on another day

>

> but my answer was the same, " I don't know,

>

> ask her. "

>

> I love seniors. I am one, and nobody asked me about my pet peeves

but at least nobody calls me " sweetie " when I voice my opinion.

>

>

> MamaSher, age 69. IPF 3-06, OR./ Nasturtiums

> Don't fret about tomorrow, God is already there!

>

[Guest guest]

Hi MamaSher, I have been enjoying your post for some time now, but I

have not posted. I think now is a good time to reach out for

friends. That is also one of my fav peeves. I went to Hawaii in Dec

with a friend. When her husband picked us up at airport this

stranger somehow felt that traving with his wife made me his sweetie,

honey, sweetheart and darling. It wasn't until I responded " I'm

doing just fine snookums " that he stopped it.

Jo

>

> Hi everybody... I was looking at some of my past writings and I

thought you might enjoy this little piece. I so miss writing (and

can see today where I could have " done a better job " on this).

Writers and artists have a tough time knowing when to " stop

tweaking " .

>

> My illness has taken from me the ability to write as I used to.

Well...anyway......................

>

>

>

> Senior Mental Health Program Newsletter Vol. 7 No. 3 Fall, 2003 -

Page 8

>

>

>

> PET PEEVES

>

> I don't know about you, but words like

>

> " Honey " , " Sweetie " , and " Dear " are pet

>

> names for my husband, children and grandchildren.

>

> I do not like these words delivered

>

> to me from a waitress along with my meal.

>

> Nor do I appreciate the familiarity of these

>

> words when spoken by a store clerk, the

>

> person who cuts my hair or the lady at the

>

> checkout stand at the grocery store. Waiting

>

> in my doctor's office, I am immediately

>

> piqued when the receptionist and/or nurse

>

> call me " Sweetie " . I have a name. I won't

>

> get confused. Please don't patronize me

>

> with friendly gestures. Respect me by using

>

> my name.

>

> I know, I know, people who use these words

>

> wish only to be friendly, helpful, warm, encouraging, sympathetic,

comforting, affectionate and kind. Everything I may need in

>

> particular circumstances. What I don't need

>

> is feeling impersonal in my particular circumstance.

>

> I think " Sweetie " is adorable pinned

>

> on my granddaughters, who of course are

>

> sweet beyond measure! " Sweetie " doesn't

>

> go with my outfit and I don't need a label

>

> pinned on me like a name tag at Nursery

>

> School. I will not get lost. I promise. I have

>

> on occasion, asked the bearer of these

>

> cheerful greetings to please not call me

>

> " Sweetie " or " Dear " and I tell them what I tell

>

> you, it sounds so patronizing. Well, then we

>

> are each embarrassed and falling over each

>

> other to explain ourselves. More often than

>

> not my husband and I roll our eyes at each

>

> other, grimace and say nothing.

>

> Another one of my pet peeves is when I see

>

> a senior treated like a twit! You know what I

>

> mean. If you don't see or hear well, conversation is directed at a

third party as if your brain is dead and you can't make your own

decisions. " Is she tolerating her medication? " a nurse asked me about

my blind

>

> grandmother. " I don't know, ask her, " was

>

> my immediate reply. " Would she like soup or

>

> salad? " was asked of me on another day

>

> but my answer was the same, " I don't know,

>

> ask her. "

>

> I love seniors. I am one, and nobody asked me about my pet peeves

but at least nobody calls me " sweetie " when I voice my opinion.

>

>

> MamaSher, age 69. IPF 3-06, OR./ Nasturtiums

> Don't fret about tomorrow, God is already there!

>

[Guest guest]

Jo... I'm glad my writing brings you to the board! I apologize for my brain fade, have you posted before? If so bring me up to date a little. I confess I can hardly keep the regular posters separated as to their personal details but I can't even try if you have been away for a time or perhaps are new.

"Snookers" works for me! Humor is always good, if it works...

MamaSher, age 69. IPF 3-06, OR./ NasturtiumsDon't fret about tomorrow, God is already there!

Re: One of Sher's writings

Hi MamaSher, I have been enjoying your post for some time now, but I have not posted. I think now is a good time to reach out for friends. That is also one of my fav peeves. I went to Hawaii in Dec with a friend. When her husband picked us up at airport this stranger somehow felt that traving with his wife made me his sweetie, honey, sweetheart and darling. It wasn't until I responded "I'm doing just fine snookums" that he stopped it. Jo>> Hi everybody... I was looking at some of my past writings and I thought you might enjoy this little piece. I so miss writing (and can see today where I could have "done a better job" on this). Writers and artists have a tough time knowing when to "stop tweaking". > > My illness has taken from me the ability to write as I used to. Well...anyway......................> > > > Senior Mental Health Program Newsletter Vol. 7 No. 3 Fall, 2003 - Page 8> > > > PET PEEVES> > I don't know about you, but words like> > "Honey", "Sweetie", and "Dear" are pet> > names for my husband, children and grandchildren.> > I do not like these words delivered> > to me from a waitress along with my meal.> > Nor do I appreciate the familiarity of these> > words when spoken by a store clerk, the> > person who cuts my hair or the lady at the> > checkout stand at the grocery store. Waiting> > in my doctor's office, I am immediately> > piqued when the receptionist and/or nurse> > call me "Sweetie". I have a name. I won't> > get confused. Please don't patronize me> > with friendly gestures. Respect me by using> > my name. > > I know, I know, people who use these words> > wish only to be friendly, helpful, warm, encouraging, sympathetic, comforting, affectionate and kind. Everything I may need in> > particular circumstances. What I don't need> > is feeling impersonal in my particular circumstance.> > I think "Sweetie" is adorable pinned> > on my granddaughters, who of course are> > sweet beyond measure! "Sweetie" doesn't> > go with my outfit and I don't need a label> > pinned on me like a name tag at Nursery> > School. I will not get lost. I promise. I have> > on occasion, asked the bearer of these> > cheerful greetings to please not call me> > "Sweetie" or "Dear" and I tell them what I tell> > you, it sounds so patronizing. Well, then we> > are each embarrassed and falling over each> > other to explain ourselves. More often than> > not my husband and I roll our eyes at each> > other, grimace and say nothing.> > Another one of my pet peeves is when I see> > a senior treated like a twit! You know what I> > mean. If you don't see or hear well, conversation is directed at a third party as if your brain is dead and you can't make your own decisions. "Is she tolerating her medication?"a nurse asked me about my blind> > grandmother. "I don't know, ask her," was> > my immediate reply. "Would she like soup or> > salad?" was asked of me on another day> > but my answer was the same, "I don't know,> > ask her." > > I love seniors. I am one, and nobody asked me about my pet peeves but at least nobody calls me "sweetie" when I voice my opinion.> > > MamaSher, age 69. IPF 3-06, OR./ Nasturtiums> Don't fret about tomorrow, God is already there!>

[Guest guest]

Mama-Sher, absolutely no offense taken..we here in the South are so

used to being called by terms of endearment, by perfect strangers,

that it just goes unnoticed.

I've been called " honey " by many an elderly lady with blue or violet

hair, but also by a mid-30's waitress with pink hair, and a 16 year

old clerk with several hues in her hair. Older men, younger men,

farmers, business men....it's just what it is around here, a Southern

Thang.

And oh gosh, my poor stomach! I don't know what's going on, but I'm

wondering if the virus didn't trigger my Crohn's to flare up on me. I

hope not 'cuz it can make a person very miserable. Of course, I'm not

going to self-diagnose (LOL) so if it continues I'll have to see the

Rheumy. I spent a hellacious summer once with the Crohn's acting up

and I don't want a repeat of that.

Would love to see more of your writings! My Mom was a writer and I

miss her terribly.

Hugs!

Babs in Texas

> >

> > Hi everybody... I was looking at some of my past writings and I

> thought you might enjoy this little piece. I so miss writing (and can

> see today where I could have " done a better job " on this). Writers

> and artists have a tough time knowing when to " stop tweaking " .

> >

> > My illness has taken from me the ability to write as I used to.

> Well...anyway......................

> >

> >

> >

> > Senior Mental Health Program Newsletter Vol. 7 No. 3 Fall, 2003

- Page 8

> >

> >

> >

> > PET PEEVES

> >

> > I don't know about you, but words like

> >

> > " Honey " , " Sweetie " , and " Dear " are pet

> >

> > names for my husband, children and grandchildren.

> >

> > I do not like these words delivered

> >

> > to me from a waitress along with my meal.

> >

> > Nor do I appreciate the familiarity of these

> >

> > words when spoken by a store clerk, the

> >

> > person who cuts my hair or the lady at the

> >

> > checkout stand at the grocery store. Waiting

> >

> > in my doctor's office, I am immediately

> >

> > piqued when the receptionist and/or nurse

> >

> > call me " Sweetie " . I have a name. I won't

> >

> > get confused. Please don't patronize me

> >

> > with friendly gestures. Respect me by using

> >

> > my name.

> >

> > I know, I know, people who use these words

> >

> > wish only to be friendly, helpful, warm, encouraging, sympathetic,

> comforting, affectionate and kind. Everything I may need in

> >

> > particular circumstances. What I don't need

> >

> > is feeling impersonal in my particular circumstance.

> >

> > I think " Sweetie " is adorable pinned

> >

> > on my granddaughters, who of course are

> >

> > sweet beyond measure! " Sweetie " doesn't

> >

> > go with my outfit and I don't need a label

> >

> > pinned on me like a name tag at Nursery

> >

> > School. I will not get lost. I promise. I have

> >

> > on occasion, asked the bearer of these

> >

> > cheerful greetings to please not call me

> >

> > " Sweetie " or " Dear " and I tell them what I tell

> >

> > you, it sounds so patronizing. Well, then we

> >

> > are each embarrassed and falling over each

> >

> > other to explain ourselves. More often than

> >

> > not my husband and I roll our eyes at each

> >

> > other, grimace and say nothing.

> >

> > Another one of my pet peeves is when I see

> >

> > a senior treated like a twit! You know what I

> >

> > mean. If you don't see or hear well, conversation is directed at a

> third party as if your brain is dead and you can't make your own

> decisions. " Is she tolerating her medication? " a nurse asked me about

> my blind

> >

> > grandmother. " I don't know, ask her, " was

> >

> > my immediate reply. " Would she like soup or

> >

> > salad? " was asked of me on another day

> >

> > but my answer was the same, " I don't know,

> >

> > ask her. "

> >

> > I love seniors. I am one, and nobody asked me about my pet peeves

> but at least nobody calls me " sweetie " when I voice my opinion.

> >

> >

> > MamaSher, age 69. IPF 3-06, OR./ Nasturtiums

> > Don't fret about tomorrow, God is already there!

> >

>

[Guest guest]

Babs ... Oh dear, don't ask a writer to read "more". I'll find something short and post it tomorrow. Beyond that I may need to post to your personal email...everyone else may not be so anxious! ) but thanks for asking.

I'm signing off for today. I usually stop posting around 5 or before. I'm going to get under the ceiling fan in the bedroom and watch the early news. Bye!

MamaSher, age 69. IPF 3-06, OR./ NasturtiumsDon't fret about tomorrow, God is already there!

Re: One of Sher's writings

Mama-Sher, absolutely no offense taken..we here in the South are soused to being called by terms of endearment, by perfect strangers,that it just goes unnoticed.I've been called "honey" by many an elderly lady with blue or violethair, but also by a mid-30's waitress with pink hair, and a 16 yearold clerk with several hues in her hair. Older men, younger men,farmers, business men....it's just what it is around here, a SouthernThang.And oh gosh, my poor stomach! I don't know what's going on, but I'mwondering if the virus didn't trigger my Crohn's to flare up on me. Ihope not 'cuz it can make a person very miserable. Of course, I'm notgoing to self-diagnose (LOL) so if it continues I'll have to see theRheumy. I spent a hellacious summer once with the Crohn's acting upand I don't want a repeat of that.Would love to see more of your writings! My Mom was a writer and Imiss her terribly. Hugs!Babs in Texas> >> > Hi everybody... I was looking at some of my past writings and I> thought you might enjoy this little piece. I so miss writing (and can> see today where I could have "done a better job" on this). Writers> and artists have a tough time knowing when to "stop tweaking". > > > > My illness has taken from me the ability to write as I used to. > Well...anyway......................> > > > > > > > Senior Mental Health Program Newsletter Vol. 7 No. 3 Fall, 2003- Page 8> > > > > > > > PET PEEVES> > > > I don't know about you, but words like> > > > "Honey", "Sweetie", and "Dear" are pet> > > > names for my husband, children and grandchildren.> > > > I do not like these words delivered> > > > to me from a waitress along with my meal.> > > > Nor do I appreciate the familiarity of these> > > > words when spoken by a store clerk, the> > > > person who cuts my hair or the lady at the> > > > checkout stand at the grocery store. Waiting> > > > in my doctor's office, I am immediately> > > > piqued when the receptionist and/or nurse> > > > call me "Sweetie". I have a name. I won't> > > > get confused. Please don't patronize me> > > > with friendly gestures. Respect me by using> > > > my name. > > > > I know, I know, people who use these words> > > > wish only to be friendly, helpful, warm, encouraging, sympathetic,> comforting, affectionate and kind. Everything I may need in> > > > particular circumstances. What I don't need> > > > is feeling impersonal in my particular circumstance.> > > > I think "Sweetie" is adorable pinned> > > > on my granddaughters, who of course are> > > > sweet beyond measure! "Sweetie" doesn't> > > > go with my outfit and I don't need a label> > > > pinned on me like a name tag at Nursery> > > > School. I will not get lost. I promise. I have> > > > on occasion, asked the bearer of these> > > > cheerful greetings to please not call me> > > > "Sweetie" or "Dear" and I tell them what I tell> > > > you, it sounds so patronizing. Well, then we> > > > are each embarrassed and falling over each> > > > other to explain ourselves. More often than> > > > not my husband and I roll our eyes at each> > > > other, grimace and say nothing.> > > > Another one of my pet peeves is when I see> > > > a senior treated like a twit! You know what I> > > > mean. If you don't see or hear well, conversation is directed at a> third party as if your brain is dead and you can't make your own> decisions. "Is she tolerating her medication?"a nurse asked me about> my blind> > > > grandmother. "I don't know, ask her," was> > > > my immediate reply. "Would she like soup or> > > > salad?" was asked of me on another day> > > > but my answer was the same, "I don't know,> > > > ask her." > > > > I love seniors. I am one, and nobody asked me about my pet peeves> but at least nobody calls me "sweetie" when I voice my opinion.> > > > > > MamaSher, age 69. IPF 3-06, OR./ Nasturtiums> > Don't fret about tomorrow, God is already there!> >>

[Guest guest]

Sher I haven't posted. I've been reading for a couple of months. I

was dx about 8 months ago. I found the board a few months ago and

have learned so much. I'm 64, retired Air Force & Math prof. I

taught one term in Kenya in 06 and wanted to go back this year and

teach a year. Then came the dx. The university is 8000+ ft and I'm

not willing to take chances on not having O2. So I've had to accept

that things will be different. I really enjoy all the posts on the

site and especially yours.

Thanks,

> >

> > Hi everybody... I was looking at some of my past writings and I

> thought you might enjoy this little piece. I so miss writing (and

> can see today where I could have " done a better job " on this).

> Writers and artists have a tough time knowing when to " stop

> tweaking " .

> >

> > My illness has taken from me the ability to write as I used to.

> Well...anyway......................

> >

> >

> >

> > Senior Mental Health Program Newsletter Vol. 7 No. 3 Fall,

2003 -

> Page 8

> >

> >

> >

> > PET PEEVES

> >

> > I don't know about you, but words like

> >

> > " Honey " , " Sweetie " , and " Dear " are pet

> >

> > names for my husband, children and grandchildren.

> >

> > I do not like these words delivered

> >

> > to me from a waitress along with my meal.

> >

> > Nor do I appreciate the familiarity of these

> >

> > words when spoken by a store clerk, the

> >

> > person who cuts my hair or the lady at the

> >

> > checkout stand at the grocery store. Waiting

> >

> > in my doctor's office, I am immediately

> >

> > piqued when the receptionist and/or nurse

> >

> > call me " Sweetie " . I have a name. I won't

> >

> > get confused. Please don't patronize me

> >

> > with friendly gestures. Respect me by using

> >

> > my name.

> >

> > I know, I know, people who use these words

> >

> > wish only to be friendly, helpful, warm, encouraging,

sympathetic,

> comforting, affectionate and kind. Everything I may need in

> >

> > particular circumstances. What I don't need

> >

> > is feeling impersonal in my particular circumstance.

> >

> > I think " Sweetie " is adorable pinned

> >

> > on my granddaughters, who of course are

> >

> > sweet beyond measure! " Sweetie " doesn't

> >

> > go with my outfit and I don't need a label

> >

> > pinned on me like a name tag at Nursery

> >

> > School. I will not get lost. I promise. I have

> >

> > on occasion, asked the bearer of these

> >

> > cheerful greetings to please not call me

> >

> > " Sweetie " or " Dear " and I tell them what I tell

> >

> > you, it sounds so patronizing. Well, then we

> >

> > are each embarrassed and falling over each

> >

> > other to explain ourselves. More often than

> >

> > not my husband and I roll our eyes at each

> >

> > other, grimace and say nothing.

> >

> > Another one of my pet peeves is when I see

> >

> > a senior treated like a twit! You know what I

> >

> > mean. If you don't see or hear well, conversation is directed

at a

> third party as if your brain is dead and you can't make your own

> decisions. " Is she tolerating her medication? " a nurse asked me

about

> my blind

> >

> > grandmother. " I don't know, ask her, " was

> >

> > my immediate reply. " Would she like soup or

> >

> > salad? " was asked of me on another day

> >

> > but my answer was the same, " I don't know,

> >

> > ask her. "

> >

> > I love seniors. I am one, and nobody asked me about my pet

peeves

> but at least nobody calls me " sweetie " when I voice my opinion.

> >

> >

> > MamaSher, age 69. IPF 3-06, OR./ Nasturtiums

> > Don't fret about tomorrow, God is already there!

> >

>

[Guest guest]

Sher I haven't posted. I've been reading for a couple of months. I

was dx about 8 months ago. I found the board a few months ago and

have learned so much. I'm 64, retired Air Force & Math prof. I

taught one term in Kenya in 06 and wanted to go back this year and

teach a year. Then came the dx. The university is 8000+ ft and I'm

not willing to take chances on not having O2. So I've had to accept

that things will be different. I really enjoy all the posts on the

site and especially yours.

Thanks,

> >

> > Hi everybody... I was looking at some of my past writings and I

> thought you might enjoy this little piece. I so miss writing (and

> can see today where I could have " done a better job " on this).

> Writers and artists have a tough time knowing when to " stop

> tweaking " .

> >

> > My illness has taken from me the ability to write as I used to.

> Well...anyway......................

> >

> >

> >

> > Senior Mental Health Program Newsletter Vol. 7 No. 3 Fall,

2003 -

> Page 8

> >

> >

> >

> > PET PEEVES

> >

> > I don't know about you, but words like

> >

> > " Honey " , " Sweetie " , and " Dear " are pet

> >

> > names for my husband, children and grandchildren.

> >

> > I do not like these words delivered

> >

> > to me from a waitress along with my meal.

> >

> > Nor do I appreciate the familiarity of these

> >

> > words when spoken by a store clerk, the

> >

> > person who cuts my hair or the lady at the

> >

> > checkout stand at the grocery store. Waiting

> >

> > in my doctor's office, I am immediately

> >

> > piqued when the receptionist and/or nurse

> >

> > call me " Sweetie " . I have a name. I won't

> >

> > get confused. Please don't patronize me

> >

> > with friendly gestures. Respect me by using

> >

> > my name.

> >

> > I know, I know, people who use these words

> >

> > wish only to be friendly, helpful, warm, encouraging,

sympathetic,

> comforting, affectionate and kind. Everything I may need in

> >

> > particular circumstances. What I don't need

> >

> > is feeling impersonal in my particular circumstance.

> >

> > I think " Sweetie " is adorable pinned

> >

> > on my granddaughters, who of course are

> >

> > sweet beyond measure! " Sweetie " doesn't

> >

> > go with my outfit and I don't need a label

> >

> > pinned on me like a name tag at Nursery

> >

> > School. I will not get lost. I promise. I have

> >

> > on occasion, asked the bearer of these

> >

> > cheerful greetings to please not call me

> >

> > " Sweetie " or " Dear " and I tell them what I tell

> >

> > you, it sounds so patronizing. Well, then we

> >

> > are each embarrassed and falling over each

> >

> > other to explain ourselves. More often than

> >

> > not my husband and I roll our eyes at each

> >

> > other, grimace and say nothing.

> >

> > Another one of my pet peeves is when I see

> >

> > a senior treated like a twit! You know what I

> >

> > mean. If you don't see or hear well, conversation is directed

at a

> third party as if your brain is dead and you can't make your own

> decisions. " Is she tolerating her medication? " a nurse asked me

about

> my blind

> >

> > grandmother. " I don't know, ask her, " was

> >

> > my immediate reply. " Would she like soup or

> >

> > salad? " was asked of me on another day

> >

> > but my answer was the same, " I don't know,

> >

> > ask her. "

> >

> > I love seniors. I am one, and nobody asked me about my pet

peeves

> but at least nobody calls me " sweetie " when I voice my opinion.

> >

> >

> > MamaSher, age 69. IPF 3-06, OR./ Nasturtiums

> > Don't fret about tomorrow, God is already there!

> >

>

[Guest guest]

Jo... do you prefer , Jo or Mum?

Now that you're one of us, with your signature, add your dx (diagnosis) and date of, age if you want and your state. The flowers you may notice are what we pick ( ahem, well "choose") to be remembered by in a memorial on the board.

Yes, life surely changes doesn't it. It can be a good thing that you are already retired. Now you can concentrate on yourself and staying as strong as you can.

Nice to have you with us. Hope you stay around.

MamaSher, age 69. IPF 3-06, OR./ NasturtiumsDon't fret about tomorrow, God is already there!

Re: One of Sher's writings

Sher I haven't posted. I've been reading for a couple of months. I was dx about 8 months ago. I found the board a few months ago and have learned so much. I'm 64, retired Air Force & Math prof. I taught one term in Kenya in 06 and wanted to go back this year and teach a year. Then came the dx. The university is 8000+ ft and I'm not willing to take chances on not having O2. So I've had to accept that things will be different. I really enjoy all the posts on the site and especially yours.Thanks, > >> > Hi everybody... I was looking at some of my past writings and I > thought you might enjoy this little piece. I so miss writing (and > can see today where I could have "done a better job" on this). > Writers and artists have a tough time knowing when to "stop > tweaking". > > > > My illness has taken from me the ability to write as I used to. > Well...anyway......................> > > > > > > > Senior Mental Health Program Newsletter Vol. 7 No. 3 Fall, 2003 - > Page 8> > > > > > > > PET PEEVES> > > > I don't know about you, but words like> > > > "Honey", "Sweetie", and "Dear" are pet> > > > names for my husband, children and grandchildren.> > > > I do not like these words delivered> > > > to me from a waitress along with my meal.> > > > Nor do I appreciate the familiarity of these> > > > words when spoken by a store clerk, the> > > > person who cuts my hair or the lady at the> > > > checkout stand at the grocery store. Waiting> > > > in my doctor's office, I am immediately> > > > piqued when the receptionist and/or nurse> > > > call me "Sweetie". I have a name. I won't> > > > get confused. Please don't patronize me> > > > with friendly gestures. Respect me by using> > > > my name. > > > > I know, I know, people who use these words> > > > wish only to be friendly, helpful, warm, encouraging, sympathetic, > comforting, affectionate and kind. Everything I may need in> > > > particular circumstances. What I don't need> > > > is feeling impersonal in my particular circumstance.> > > > I think "Sweetie" is adorable pinned> > > > on my granddaughters, who of course are> > > > sweet beyond measure! "Sweetie" doesn't> > > > go with my outfit and I don't need a label> > > > pinned on me like a name tag at Nursery> > > > School. I will not get lost. I promise. I have> > > > on occasion, asked the bearer of these> > > > cheerful greetings to please not call me> > > > "Sweetie" or "Dear" and I tell them what I tell> > > > you, it sounds so patronizing. Well, then we> > > > are each embarrassed and falling over each> > > > other to explain ourselves. More often than> > > > not my husband and I roll our eyes at each> > > > other, grimace and say nothing.> > > > Another one of my pet peeves is when I see> > > > a senior treated like a twit! You know what I> > > > mean. If you don't see or hear well, conversation is directed at a > third party as if your brain is dead and you can't make your own > decisions. "Is she tolerating her medication?"a nurse asked me about > my blind> > > > grandmother. "I don't know, ask her," was> > > > my immediate reply. "Would she like soup or> > > > salad?" was asked of me on another day> > > > but my answer was the same, "I don't know,> > > > ask her." > > > > I love seniors. I am one, and nobody asked me about my pet peeves > but at least nobody calls me "sweetie" when I voice my opinion.> > > > > > MamaSher, age 69. IPF 3-06, OR./ Nasturtiums> > Don't fret about tomorrow, God is already there!> >>