Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Are you old enough to remember monkey blood? Do they still make that medicine? When I was young I always had scraped knees. I wanted monkey blood on them. The kind of medicine that didn't burn. Today we were walking between the medical building and the hospital and there was something spilled on the floor. It was a light red but not dark enough to be human blood so John said that looks like monkey blood. Then he ask me if I remember monkey blood. We had a good laugh about that and said how the young people probably doesn't know what monkey blood is. Maybe they call it by the correct name which I don't know how to spell but I know someone will tell me. As we were leaving the building we struck up a conversation with a man who had been to the Heart doctor in the building. we were parked at our favorite place that we always get by the door if it is available. The man and John and I were all three trying to get into the same car. He was looking at us and we were looking at him with a puzzled look on our faces. I finally said sir I think you are trying to get into the wrong car. He looked across the way and there was a car that looked very much like John's. He said I wondered why you was trying to get into my car. Senior citizens, you have to laugh to keep from crying.