My granddaughter Amy wants me to see a doctor about it, but I don't trust doctors because they'll put me to sleep and steal my fillings. I saw a negro walk past my driveway the other day. I'm not being prejudiced, but you could tell from his negro skin that he was up to no good. Then I catch myself and I try to look on the positive side. At least my husband is dead, I remember.
Life is all about looking on the positive side of things.
I can't see very well through my cataracts, but I can see my cataracts very well. My son Rene used to get sad when bullies picked on him because of his name, but I used his tears to flavor my tea. My neighbors get angry when I throw my garbage in their swimming pool, but I'm grateful for the attention. You haven't lived until you've had a catheter. I used to have to get out of bed three or four times a night to use the water closet, but with a catheter it just goes into a holding tank that my nurse empties in the morning.