Poor Thing … to Poor Old Granny Gee! :)

Poor Thing … to Poor Old Granny Gee!   🙂

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/@GeeGranny on Twitter/Facebook.com/grannygee

‘Granny Gee’ … artwork by Gloria Faye Brown Bates

Poor thing … let me get that door for you!  Noticing how frail, thin the old woman was … I knew the door to the gas station was heavy for her to open.  I held it open as she hobbled inside to pay for her gas.  She had to be at least 65 years old or older.  I held it open while forgetting the pain in my own body.

I went to pump gas in my vehicle.  The old man next to my stall was trying to hold the gas pump nozzle to put gas inside his tank.  Poor old thing just couldn’t seem to put it in the hole.  I stopped the gas on mine, stepped across the aisle, told him to please let me help him.  I told him I sometimes, had problems myself.  I proceeded to pump gas.  I was glad to help that old man out.  Damn … my knees were hurting from stepping across.

I went to Wakefield to Rex Medical Center, to keep my appointment with the doctor.  There was an old woman walking very slowly with her walker.  I knew it was going to be very hard for that lady to open the heavy door.  My legs were hurting as I hurried to get to the door first.  I held it open for her, she went inside as she thanked me.  Poor old woman.  My right thumb was throbbing … the door was heavy even for me!

As I was waiting for the elevator door to close, a woman who was probably in her forties, began rushing on her crutches to beat the elevator door.  I managed to stop the doors from closing.  She wasn’t a poor old person … but, she definitely needed some help.  I could feel in my body as I helped her.

The elevator door opened, and I walked out into the open waiting room, big windows made it seem part of the hallway.  My knees were killing me.  I needed help … I was desperate to get relief that wracked my body.

I was seen by the PA, she gave me 2 injections, one in each knee.  I could already feel the relief I knew would soon follow.  Oh, thank God.  I wanted to cry.  I’d been suffering for a month now.

I was sitting in a tall chair close by when the PA took a moment to look at me.  She asked me how tall I was.  I told her I was 5 feet, one and one-half inches.  She said, “you poor thing … your feet can barely reach the floor”!  Would you believe that pissed me off?  “Poor thing”? …………..

Gloria Faye Brown Bates/ aka Granny Gee

Then … on second thought … she didn’t see me as I saw ‘me’.  I saw old people all around me … forgetting that … hey, I’m getting older, also.  I’m beginning to go from ‘poor thing to … poor old thing’!  I just know that’s coming … next!

I don’t know that I’m prepared for that … so, that’s why I’m making changes with myself … slow, but sure.   I might go to being a belly-dancing Granny Gee in my eighties … or to a parachuting Granny Gee in my seventies … or be a wild, happy Granny Gee in my sixties.  Who knows … my sign is Aquarius … suits me to a T.  I saw pole-dancing on tv today … (;

I just be damned if I’m giving it up without one last fight.  I’m not going from ‘poor thing’ to ‘poor old thing’ … no time soon. Save it for someone else.  It’s too easy to be sucked into the ‘old, decrepit world’… Not!

Some people can do it gracefully … I thought I would.  Now, I’m seeing I’m not … going in easy … I’ll be kicking, fighting all the way.  I’m just on the … outside … of the ‘Old Age Jar’ … I’m just not going in!

When I can’t move … I will sit in silence with a sweet, little Granny Gee smile … then, I’ll play the game of accepting old age with grace.

Why old Granny Gee is getting old gracefully … ain’t she?  I’ll hide my frustration … smile a Granny Gee smile.  This will probably be about the time I am 100 years old.  I know it will just plain piss me off if I hear someone say that!

My Grandmother Lola lived to 100 years old … just as strong, intelligent as always.  She never had any health problems that threatened to bring her down … if she did, she hid them.  She was beautiful, positive all the way … to the end.  I have her in mind …

Just because I’m getting ‘older’ doesn’t mean I’m a ‘poor old thing’ … oh!  I need to remember that in my way of thinking about … old people, too!

Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

Being old is like being in disguise.  Like going to a party with a mask of OLD on.  No one recognizes you … maybe sometimes, they stop a brief moment thinking … ‘mmm-mmmm, that looks like someone I … used to know’!  Well, I’m fortunate there … people recognize me easy … even with weight gain.  So … maybe I have something to work with … yet!  🙂

Am I going into ‘second childhood’ … how would I know?  I know I’m not being slicked into ‘Old Age’ without a fight.  I have missed a lot of years on my living … I mean to have them.  No one’s putting me in that jar of Old Age!

Childhood photo of Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee …

Do you think I’m going from ‘poor thing’ to ‘poor old Granny Gee’?  🙂

Today … Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

Note by this Author:

Photos/writing are owned, written by me … Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

Stay tuned … this show ain’t over yet.  🙂   Oh, and I’ll break any Old Age Jars that come my way … and bend the lids so, they’ll never twist on!  Maybe someone can escape when I do … that wasn’t ready to go in it either!  🙂


None Of The Above…


None Of The Above…
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee… Oh, to be like this again… :)))))


I want to get a boob job; cosmetic surgery on my face… you know… remove some wrinkles, tighten up the old chin.

I have most all my teeth… so, I don’t need any new chompers.  I think I’ll get laser surgery on my eyes, so… I don’t have to wear my big, old reading glasses.

I thought about having weight loss surgery… am still deciding on it.  I wouldn’t have to have loose skin removed… as mine is still elastic… almost as elastic as the elastic… in my panties.  Pop!

Weight loss surgery… I’ve thought about this one quite a bit.  I’ve read, paid attention to people who have undergone it.  Some of those people die in a year or so, afterwards.

I read enough to know that sometimes, some people can’t ever get the nutrition from their food, anymore.  They have to take vitamins, and such.

I read also, that you can eat… but, not drink at the same time.  You have to drink something thirty minutes later… the stomach can only hold so much, after that surgery.  Suppose I am very thirsty?  If I drink what I want… while I’m eating… would it, also… be … pop!

I’ve noticed that the people I’ve seen… afterwards… lose a lot of their healthy appearance.  Their faces look so tired, somehow… not as healthy as they once looked.  That bothered me… I don’t want to look any worse…

This is one thing I’ll keep on the back burner.  I’m ‘not dying to be thin’.  I’ve been thin… loved it… I loved dressing my body then… it was wonderful.  I had to starve to stay little… when I say ‘starve’… I mean, I literally starved myself for years.  I won’t do that again.

I like my clean, real fingernails.  I’ve resisted for years… getting all the fake, beautifully-colored nails.  You know how I dearly love colors!  I’ve been very tempted to get them…. the designs, colors keep luring me.

I’ve decided I won’t go get a boob job…. it would be like hauling two big melons around on my chest.  Not only that… I’m happy just being … me … so, I’m going to have to say… no ‘none of the above’ up there, for me.

The one thing I would like to do, is to lose some weight…. I just need to eat in moderation… it happens fast.  I won’t get one of those surgeries, after all.

Really… I’m afraid to… I think about people who have… and in a year or so, they died.  I know three people that did.  These are my fears, I don’t know about yours.  I can only speak for myself.

Yep… I think I’ll just stay myself…. and not do… ‘none of the above’.


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