In my reality, it was a tough year for me--probably one of the toughest of my life. It took me a long time to move past the trauma of my parents' divorce.
They told me that in their reality, I had gone to college right out of high school, and had gone on to become a physician. They advised against meeting myself, because apparently I was somewhat of an asshole.
I was unable to get back to my reality, and was sort of left as a refugee in theirs. I had no papers, no history, no money, and no way to make a living. They arranged to have the alternate me give me $100,000. My plan was to buy a nice camera and a new identity, and move to Thailand.
Jimmy, the newest addition to my desktop posse.
The faculty had a class on gerontology today. We are required by the board of nursing to maintain certification in gerontology, and this was our recertification. It could have been a boring 5 hours, but it wasn't. It was fascinating. The facilitator was engaging, and knew her stuff.
The facilitator was someone I had met years ago--almost 30 years ago, back when I was a brand new nurse. Back then she taught a seminar that I attended, and I always remembered her. I didn't immediately recognize her today until I was introduced to her. I mentioned that I had met her way back when, and that she had made an impression on me. We talked for a while about teaching and such.
As she taught our class, I had the strange sensation of seeing her both as she was then, and as she is now. It augmented the discussion on aging.
What did I learn about aging today? That it shouldn't scare us. We don't become different people when we get old. We stay who we are. Nurses tend to have a distorted picture of aging, as we see a lot of sick old people. Sometimes it is good to be reminded that that is not aging--it is illness.