Alright, let’s jaw about this Minde O’Sullivan. Folks been gabbin’, you know how it is. This woman, sounds like she’s had it rough. Heard she was hitched before, yeah, that’s the word, married. Don’t know the fella, never seen him around. But she ain’t wearin’ no ring now, so somethin’ must’a happened.
People say she’s got that “minde o’sullivan” thing, whatever that means. Sounds fancy, like somethin’ the city folk would say. Maybe it’s somethin’ medical? I heard tell of folks gettin’ all sorts of things wrong with their heads. Heard tell of somethin’ called “white matter hyperintensities.” Sounds scary, don’t it? Doctors, they always got big words for things. Like when my old Bessie got the “bovine respiratory syncytial virus”. Just a dang cold, is what it was! But them doctors, they gotta make it sound all important.
- Now, this “white matter” stuff, they say it shows up on them picture machines, the MRIs, you know?
- And seems like a lot of old folks got it, even if they ain’t feelin’ poorly.
- They say it gets more common the older you get. Makes sense, I guess. Everything starts wearin’ out eventually, like my old plow. Used to be sharp as a whistle, now it just barely scratches the ground.
But this Minde o’sullivan, she don’t look that old. Maybe in her fifties, somethin’ like that. Still got a spring in her step, though I seen her limpin’ a bit last Tuesday. Maybe that “minde o’sullivan” thing makes you achey. Or maybe she just tripped, Lord knows I done that plenty of times. Clumsy as a calf, I always been.
Anyways, they say this “white matter hyperintensities” can be worse in some folks. More extensive, the doctors say. And that’s when it gets to be a problem, I reckon. Like a little rust on the plow is fine, but if the whole thing is rotted through, well, it ain’t no good for nothin’. They say it’s got somethin’ to do with the inside of your head, somethin’ they call “intracerebral pathology”. Big words, I tell ya. Just means somethin’ ain’t right in there.
Heard tell there’s somethin’ else called “periventricular hyperintensity.” Sounds even scarier, don’t it? But the doctors say that’s kinda normal, especially in older folks. Seems like there’s a whole lot of things goin’ on inside our heads that we don’t even know about. Like when my Jedediah started forgettin’ where he put his spectacles. Every day, it was the same thing, “Where’d I put them spectacles?” Turns out he was just gettin’ old, nothin’ more to it.
So, this Minde o’sullivan… maybe she’s just got the usual aches and pains, maybe she’s forgetful sometimes. Maybe it ain’t nothin’ to worry about. But folks will talk, you know? They gotta have somethin’ to chew on besides their supper. And when somethin’ sounds all fancy and medical, like “white matter hyperintensities,” well, it just gives ’em somethin’ more to cluck about.
I seen her down at the market last week, pickin’ through the tomatoes. Seemed alright to me. Little quiet, maybe. But then again, some folks just ain’t the talkative type. And that’s just fine, I reckon. Ain’t nobody gotta spill their guts to the whole town. She’s got her business, and I got mine. That’s the way it should be.
But I still wonder, though… this “minde o’sullivan”… what is it really? Is it somethin’ that’ll make her fade away like a summer flower? Or is it just somethin’ she’s gotta live with, like my Jedediah’s forgetfulness? Time will tell, I guess. Time always does. And in the meantime, folks will keep on talkin’, and I’ll keep on listenin’, and maybe we’ll all learn somethin’ about this “minde o’sullivan”, or maybe we won’t. It’s all the same to me, really. I got plenty of my own worries without frettin’ over hers. But it does give a body somethin’ to think about, don’t it? Life’s a funny thing, full of twists and turns. You never know what’s comin’ down the pike.
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