WRongo

That was one of the many “endearing” names my dad held for my mom. Mom had the worst sense of direction that I have ever experienced or have ever experienced to date. Actually, maybe she had a perfect sense directions because she was almost 100% likely to navigate in the opposite direction than was called for.

When we walked out of the elevator at the hotel …ask her which Way to go… WRongo. Turn the corner on a walk near her house…Ask her which way to go, WRongo. .You get the picture.

Fortunately, I did not inherit this trait at least not to that extent 🙂 instead, I seem to have a ability to get locked out of things a lot…like this afternoon. At the suggestion of my nurse, Laura, I took my Rollator for a stroll in the back area, where I could enjoy the Banyan tree, and the fountain.

Oops. Fortunately, I had my cell phone and was able to contact Hans. He was able to contact my nurse who was able to get me inside. If you ask me, it’s a tricky way to make me get some exercise.