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Monologue Mania Day #474 Turns by Janet S. Tiger June 1, 2015
(for Caregivers Anonymous)
A monologue by Janet S. Tiger © all rights reserved 2015 email@example.com
(The young man comes hesitantly to the wheelchair, sits in it and does a wheelie, laughs)
Sorry, I just love my skateboard! I don't have a lotta time to ride....so I practice with the wheelchair at home!.....I know, this is my first time here….well, you know my mom, Brenda, well she couldn't come today because gramps, that's her grandfather.....that's my great grandfather....he's having a procedure, and she has to drive him, and I don't have a license yet, so, she’s been trying to get me to come to these meeting….and I told her I just don’t wanna be there when she talks, and she told me I should come here now, when she’s not here, because….. it might help me....because I'm feeling kinda.....I dunno.....
(The others chime in with adjectives that might fit....'rotten?' 'horrible', lousy....'like running away')
Running away! That's what I'd like to do......but not like that guy from before, whose dad really died, I mean, that's not what I want.....I just want to be.....what I am, I wanna be fifteen for a few days.....without worrying about gramps.... and if he took his pills, or too many pills….if he can get to the bathroom without help…..make sure he doesn’t trip on my shoes!...Yeah, he’s the one…. he's a hundred now, it's really amazing, ever since he turned 100 in September, a lot of reporters come and the TV people. They love him, and so do I. I mean, he doesn't do a lot now except tell stories. They're good stories, it's just....when I was about six, seven, eight, he'd take me out for ice cream and a movie sometimes, and tell the same stories.
(He takes the wheelchair and moves it around the stage, pointing at things)
He may be a hundred, but I musta heard those stories a hundred times! And no one comes from the TV to ask how I take him for a ride every day in the wheelchair, to give him, you know, a little fresh air.
And I feel really guilty to feel like this.....(getting more upset) ...I mean, I know it's a blessing to have a grandparent, and even bigger blessing to have a great-grandparent. And I love my gramps.....he's a great guy, but....I just wanna know....when does my life start? I mean, when do I get to live, so I'll have stories for my grandchildren..... (in anguish) When does it get to be.....my turn?
(He moves the chair to the side, goes to sit down, lights down )
Janet S. Tiger 858-736-6315
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