Sunday, April 08, 2007

defibrillation angels

The easter weekend was not going well for me but I wondered to whom I could turn. It’s so hard to find someone locally who’s on my wavelength when it comes to sensitivity and empathy and I feel quite desolate sometimes, although that's not surprising when there's so much desolation around. I was starting to think that downshifting was not all it was cracked up to be. I like to think however that the local nurse and I share an almost sisterly bond. I saw her today chatting to old Mr Sutcliffe from number sixteen. I could see she looked very concerned about something so I went over to offer some helpful advice. I could see that Mr Sutcliffe was really not interested in the conversation at all and obviously wanted to spend his sunday laying around on the village green. He certainly needed the sun as he was very pale. 'You look very concerned dear', I said, ‘but I hope you're not thinking about downshifting because it's not all it's cracked up to be.' She looked at me in a way that confirmed that this was indeed exactly what she was just at that moment considering. Mr Sutcliffe didn't express any view on the subject and just carried on getting paler. This is normal. The locals I find are often this reluctant to engage in conversation. This is understandable as most of them didn’t even go to Oxford so they probably don’t want to talk to someone like myself for fear of exposing their lack of proper southern education. ‘Hold these’, she said, indicating some round thingys attached to wires that she had put on his chest. She flicked a switch and his eyes opened with a start. He looked up at me. 'Heck!' he cried 'Either I'm not dead yet or I did something bloody awful when I was alive!' It was a miracle! A local had spoken to me! Sunbeams shone down through the clouds onto our little group ‘Now,’ said my nurse friend, ‘what can I do for you Rilly?’ I pointed to her amazing bit of resuscitational wizzardry that she had just demonstrated to me. 'Well' I began, ‘I couldn’t borrow that to jumpstart the car could I darling, and then I thought perhaps I could use it on our bloody rowers as well'.

8 comments:

TABOR said...

Good post. However, the reason I decided to leave a comment was in regards to your family. Are your names actually Rilly, Billy, Milly, and Tilly Super?? That's hilarious!! Cheers!

rilly super said...

hello tabor, thanks ever so for visiting and leaving a comment. Yes, you are right about all our names, and you have also reminded me that I haven't added baby Willy to that little introductry summary yet, because he was only written in, I mean born, recently. I hope you had a good weekend and maybe see you again. Best Easter Monday wishes to everyone in Michigan

Lizzie said...

Gosh, Rilly, doesn't everything seem to move with the speed of light these days?

Perhaps it's because it's Easter and all. One minute, I've just checked your blog to find out about the latest info you've found out about the sex change op (oops, shsh...), & next I know, there's a comment from across the big pond about your (swiftly growing) family. Good to see you've put the poor chap in the picture. 'Willy' -well, jolly good.

I too, had a comment from across the same pond over the weekend. Perhaps it really is an Easter thing?

Lizzie xx

Lizzie said...

P.S. ''Number sixteen?'' You live in a street?

Stay at home dad said...

Rilly, I too love the annual Oxbridge event. So exciting and so relevant. First one team is in front, then the other, then one of them wins. Less than a year to go until the next!

Sahd.

dulwichmum said...

Darling Rilly,

I feel sure that I have found a true sister! I feel your pain.

rilly super said...

hello lizzie dear, lovely to see you. Seems we have both gone global this weekend on the commments front! hope yu had a super easter

thanks ever so for coming by again dulwich mum, I feel that you understand me and my struggles better than anyone,hug

The boat race is relevant to everything stay at home dad, it is life in microcosm, the light and dark blue, the ying and yang, their big tall men with rippling muscles and tight shorts and our big tall men with rippling muscles and tight shorts..excuse me, I just need to go to the bathroom...

Anonymous said...

Rilly, not only are you better than sex, you are very nearly better than a good cup of tea and toasted teacake - and that is high praise indeed.