Here’s a funny (in the way that could potentially bring me to tears) story from today. I ran into The store for dinner stuff and saw this cashier that I’m friendly with and haven’t seen all summer. We are catching up and she asks me how my summer was. Heh heh heh. So I told her I had an awful summer because first Husband was falling for a month and then he broke himself, followed by hospital/rehab for another month.
But, I did point out the good news that we discovered what was making him fall. Grrrr to the nutritional supplement! Then she said something about it could be worse. This is dangerous waters to enter when I’m involved! I can almost always top a story. How am I still sane?
“At least you weren’t swarmed by bees” and I started to laugh and said “As a matter of fact…..” and I told her I ended up in the ER getting IV antibiotics after I was swarmed by bees and my arm got infected from my pit to past my elbow and I held up my arm to gesture and forgot that I have all these angry red/brown spots on the inside my forearm from where I splatter burned myself a few days ago, and her eyes got big looking at my burn spots (they don’t look great) and I waved it off saying “That’s not from the bees that’s my burn from a few days ago…” and then I realized. And then I saw the expression of shock on the face of the lady who was behind me. And I just hysterical laughed my way out to the parking lot because REALLY??? This is my life?? HOW IS THIS MY LIFE??
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