Before I tell my story I would like to apologize...
I realize that I have been gone for some time and there's a couple of reasons. It's not that people are not still awful to me and each other in general, but a large portion of that awful over the last few months has revolved around family members and their reaction to my mother falling ill annnnnd people get all upset when I post "family business" online. (Read "family business" as telling the truth.) The other part being that I actually managed to find someone that enjoys my company and he's pretty wonderful so either things just don't enrage me like they used to or by the time I go to write anything I'm not upset enough to bother anymore. I've told him that I'm not going to be upset when I find the bodies buried under his house as long as they're human... I draw my line at animals... Those people probably deserved it. I digress as always... The point is I will try to write more since 1.people love awful and 2. People look at me weird when I say "I don't have any hobbies other than booze and tv." So here we go...
I got very sick while at work. I went to dinner with a friend who was passing through our base for work, afterwards I started feeling feverish. When I woke up the next morning I felt like death and I was happy to have the day off. When I say death I mean I didn't have any cold symptoms, but I felt like something was pulling the muscles from my bones and chewing on my joints... I was achey haha. The fever lasted for three days and on the third day gave way to vomiting, diarrhea, and stomach cramps that kept me from even drinking water. Finally after two weeks our onsite medical person told my company they needed to send me home because I was not getting better fast enough and I had lost 15lbs. I was home for 24 hours when the gastroenteritis started to clear up and my regular doctor informed me "you'll live, drink fluids and come back if anything gets worse...." I went home and woke up with a rash all over me. I took benedryll for a day and was still suffering the next day so back to the doctor I went...
While sitting in the waiting room I was the only person on one side of the room and I could look up and see the area where people stood to pay their copay after their visit. While I was innocently playing on my phone...
Woman: "MY HUSBAND'S BACK IS SO MESSED UP.....I MIGHT AS WELL PUSH HIM INTO TRAFFIC!!!!"
She is yelling and I don't remember the rest of her rant, but I wasn't sure if this woman was screaming at the girl behind the counter, so I looked up to see if someone needed to help her. Now there are certain voices and speech patterns that you can identify race and usually socioeconomic class of an individual so go ahead and imagine an older, heavy set, white trash woman who is a smoker and you have what I heard and saw...
Woman: MORE YELLING BLAH BLAH INCOHERENT WHITE TRASH YELLING...
I realize she isn't harassing the young girl about her visit, but making fun of her husband. I go back to my phone.
Man: "That little girl just looked at you!"
Woman: "What little girl?"
Man: "That little girl in the waiting room! You were yelling and she was staring at you like you're crazy!"
Now in my defense here this woman is easily 65 years old...
Woman: "She better not be staring at me! Don't be messin' with a teacher little girl cuz I'll teach you sumthin! Yeah you better not look at me!"
Still looking at my phone... Is this happening... Wtf?! Is this crazy bat going to come in here to fight me? Are we beefing?! What do you do when an old woman thinks you're 12 and threatens you? There is no win in this situation... Stand up and break her hip? Well then I'm an awful person who abuses old people and my luck she has dementia or something. What if she comes in here?? I'm getting punked out by an old woman.... It's like I wear a sign. Fine.. Punked out... That's what I'll do, I'm not hitting or shouting with an old woman.
She pays her bill...
Woman:" yeah you keep looking at that phone! I'm going to the bathroom before we leave because I can!"
Man: "Can I have the keys to start the car?"
Woman: "NO!"
For her to use the bathroom she has to pass the exit and walk closer to me... She does so and I can feel her staring at me... I hope it doesn't break my glasses if this old woman hits me, they're expensive and I'm blind.
She passes twice with out incident while she grumbles about how I'm a little girl and she'll teach me.
There's no way this happens to other people... There's just not.
(The rash is hives because my body is still fighting the infection...)
