Conception After Your Sixty
This is a story of an elderly couple that were in their late
sixties.
This sets the stage.....
Edith and Harry were sitting in the family room and they
were reminiscing about their family accomplishment.
They both had their health; all the kids were successful;
they both had wonderful work careers; they had a comfortable
home and they had a great group of friends to socialize with.
As the conversation continues and with some consternation
in her eyes, Edith turns, looks directly at Harry and confronts
him with: Harry lets have another child. Well, Harry
is shocked at this outburst of pure emotion, but after listening
to Edith's rationale; in the end, Harry says I have always
been supportive and in turn He agrees to accompany Edith
to get checked out at the fertility clinic.
Next day Edith and Harry arrive at the clinic. Edith is first
to get clinically checked. An hour later Edith returns
beaming with joy. Harry she says, The doctors says I
am physically fit & emotionally healthy; my ovaries are
sound and fertile; their is nothing standing in our way
from me having more children, except of course........
.......Well coming to the clinic, to please Edith was one
thing, but Harry never thought the outcome would be what
he just heard uttered from Ediths lips - the pressure was
defintely in Harry's court.
At that moment the receptionist calls Harry's name.
Harry
stands and approaches the reception desk. Harry is directed
by a nurse to a small examination room. The Nurse turns to
Harry, tilts her head; gives him a childish smirk, hand
him a plastic vial and say, Lets see what your made of Harry.
An hour and thirty minutes pass....Edith, who is waiting
in the reception area, is becoming concerned and alarmed
that Harry is taking so long. Experience tells her it has
never taken Harry more then three minutes.
Suddenly the door opens, Harry emerges and stands to talk
with the doctor and the nurse. Edith sees that Harry is somewhat
animated in his conversation the nurse, who hands Harry
a brown paper bag into which he deposits the plastic vial.
Harry turns and walks towards Edith and say Edith lets
go home! When Edith gets into the car she turns to Harry
and says Is there anything wrong dear? I don't want to
talk about it right now. I tried and I couldn't get it to work.
The nurse suggested I go home and try it in a more relaxing
and comfortable setting. She thought I might be just too
tired and suggested I bring it back the next day.
Well, three days passed and the clinic still had neither
seen nor heard from Harry or his specimen. On the fourth
day as soon as the clinic doors were opened, Harry makes
a frantic appearance by himself. The receptionist can
see that Harry is visibly agitated and frustrated, so she
immediately calls the nurse.
The nurse takes Harry into a small waiting room, opens the
brown paper bag and examines the empty vial. She turns to
Harry and says what's seems to be the problem Harry?
Harry, who is now beyond frustration and very fidgety,
pauses for a moment and continues to stare at the floor when
he utters:
- Well you know i really tried this time. I tried it with
my left hand. I tried it with my right hand. Edith tried it
with her left hand. In turn, she tried it with her right hand.
We both tried various combination of my hands and her hands.
In desperation Edith tried it with her teeth in. She tried
it with her teeth out.....and neither one of us could get
the lid off that vial.