Now that I have you interested in Vivie (read Part One of The Birth of a Bedsore HERE and read Part Two HERE), I'm going to make you crazy and not tell you the rest of the story.
If I tell you everything, then why should you buy the book when it's finished?
I feel as if I have a good start on the story of Vivie and I'll be able to tell the rest of her story in the book.
However, I'll give you a little side story about Vivie, and maybe you won't be quite as irritated with me for making you wait for the book.
The nursing home didn't have a regular band of volunteers. Occasionally a church group would come in for a hymn sing, or a local musical group might sing or play instruments. The local "Fuzzy Buddies" volunteers visited with therapy dogs and placid cats willing to be hugged. A different pastor from the area conducted a church service once a month. The residents adored these visits. Although they loved many of the workers they saw everyday, new faces were special and fun.
I think the entertainment the residents enjoyed the most, however, was the time some of our nursing home chain's employees from another city came to our little corner of the retirement world to put on a show they performed regularly at nursing homes. They dressed as country music singers and lip-synched to popular records. Our patients clapped in time to the music, if they could, and we saw many smiles that day.
The woman who portrayed Dolly Parton had on plenty of make-up, a big blonde wig, and a large chest. Her ta-tas were more bodacious than mine!
After the entertainment, the performers walked around, talking to the residents and joking with them.
Vivie pointed to "Dolly Parton's" boobs. "Th-those are r-really something," she giggled.
Dolly reached in her blouse and took out two balloons, which she presented to Vivie, who put them in the front of her housecoat. As Bernadette, one of the staff members from activities, and I wheeled Vivie back to her room, Vivie laughed and stuck out her chest and made the most of what she suddenly had.
When we arrived at Vivie's room, Bobby had just put Vivie's pitcher of fresh water on her bedside table. Bobby was a senior in high school who worked part time as a hospitality aide. He was a nice kid who was always pleasant and even tempered. He also happened to be pretty darn cute.
As he left the room and we walked in, his eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw the chest of Vivie's housecoat.
After he was gone, Vivie unsnapped the top of her housecoat and called out, "Oh, Baaaaaahhhhhby! Bobby, why don't you come back for another look?"
Vivie wiggled and simpered as Bernadette and I giggled.
Fortunately, Bobby did not return. I don't think he would have known what to do if he had!