A Day in the Life of Elizabeth
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Just Another Day (fact or fiction)?
Picking up the hypodermic syringe left out of the fridge, and eyeing it with her usual sense of trepidation, Elizabeth continued to empty the contents of the syringe expertly into her body, and then she stood and admired herself in front of the golden oak mirror above the fireplace. She turned her head firstly to the right, and then to the left, reassuring herself that not a hair was out of place, before taking the bright red lipstick from her make up bag. She tentatively ran the colour over her luscious lips to admire the affect, before taking the lip pencil from the top of the mantle piece and carefully outlining her lips to enhance her pout; and drawing the eyes away from the wrinkles appearing in the corners of her mouth. The years had been fairly kind to her, but now in her mid fifties, she had noticed the first real signs of middle age.
Elizabeth was in no way vain, but she was a proud woman who still harboured ambitions, and would not take middle age lying down. She knew it was time to assess her past, and proceed with vigour into the future before meeting her twilight years. Smoothing down her dress with her hands, and with one last glance into the mirror, Elizabeth opened the front door to the new day, and the challenges that lay ahead.
It was a bright and chilly day outside as Elizabeth walked down the High Street towards the doctor's clinic. Mrs Mullen was standing on a stool outside her house washing the downstairs window's.
"Good morning Mrs. Mullen." Elizabeth stopped for a quick chat, "It is a beautiful day today ins't it?"
"Oh ... good morning Elizabeth, it is indeed." Mrs. Mullen waved her hand with the chamois leather, dripping from the water in the bucket that she was holding.
As Elizabeth walked along the High Street, she noticed how beautiful the display of flowers in the neighbourhood gardens looked at this time of the year. And, she particularly admired the huge display of roses in front of the Doctor's surgery. Elizabeth recalled her mother telling her to use horse manure to fertilise the rosebushes until the first blooms appeared, and she fondly remembered the huge heads on her mother's rosebushes that took pride of place in her garden so many years ago.
Elizabeth approached the doctor's receptionist who viewed her from over the top of her horn rimmed glasses, and nodded her head for Elizabeth to take a seat. Glancing around the waiting room Elizabeth was surprised to see that she was alone. She could not recall this ever happening at all on her previous visits. However, she didn't wait long until her name was called, and she brightly walked into Dr. McGrady's surgery.
Dr. McGrady sat back in his chair, with a warm smile on his face as Elizabeth took her seat alongside him. She thought she had noticed a little grey hair appearing at his temples; and muse to herself that middle age was catching up on him too.
After exchanging the usual polite conversation, Dr. McGrady turned his attention to the file sitting on his desk in front of him. "How are you coping with your new course of treatment?" he asked.
Elizabeth paused and thought for a moment before continuing, "Well .... the headaches are not quite so bad, and the moisturiser you suggested is helping my cracked heels. I have paid particular attention to my diet, and am proud to say that I have lost one stone and five pounds to date." She continued with a smile, "My eyesight hasn't improved as much as I would have liked, but I have chosen a lovely pair of glasses to match my blue eyes," she laughed. "I still have times of short memory loss, and I still feel extremely tired, and the only real complaint that I still have, are the horrendous hot sweats, but other than that the change in medication is helping considerably."
Dr. McGrady rubbed his chin before turning his attention to writing his notes. Turning slowly in his swivel chair, he took Elizabeth's hands into his own.
"And how are you coping with the injections?" he gave Elizabeth a reassuring smile and squeezed her hands in a kindly manner.
"Oh .... those," Elizabeth let out a little sigh, " I should of started those much earlier, it is so easy to control my medication now that I am injecting insulin in the mornings, I feel much more positive about my life now, and the thought of more complications arising from my diabetes doesn't daunt me at all."
I would like to thank WillStarr for advising me of a few little tips whilst writing this hub.
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