Please note - I absolutely look crazy right now. After the LASIK, my eyes are blood red in spots (I will share a pic with you later if you like) and all my eyelashes are glued together from the constant eye drop-dropping. So, I am self conscious not so much because I cannot wear a stitch of makeup (although that's not helping), but mostly because my eyes look glassy and much like I have been doing speedballs in the dumpster behind Wal-Mart.
I went to Walgreens to get some supplies and the lady checking me out was just that lady. She was a heavy sigher and was very put out by her own job.
Me: Hi, how are you?
Her: Well, I'm here. (I was expecting - I'm vertical, or Fair to Midland).
I need to get home to my husband, he's really sick. I mean really sick. *apply hand sanitizer*
Oh, I'm sorry. And here's the thing - I am sorry, but this is not my issue. What am I supposed to say - here's my doctor's number? I don't like how people discuss how sick they are in public. Grosses me out. She continues.
Well, at least he's sick and not dead. He was supposed to die a year ago because of the spina bifida. But now he's alive. Jus got a big ol hole in his back.
What prompts you to tell a perfect stranger something like this in passing? Maybe she thought I needed a reason to get off drugs and tried to tell me an inspiring story.