“How’s your summer going? I haven’t seen you much,” said the friendly IT guy at work.
“Well my dad died after a long hospitalization that had me making lots of trips to his hospital in Philly,” I replied more cheerfully than was expected or warranted.
<blank stare>
“And now I’m on my way to get a follow-up MRI on the tumor/mass/lesion inside a bone in my arm.”
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“Whoa…”
“So, like, byeeeeee. Thanks for fixing my laptop and stuff.”
Don’t worry. I didn’t actually unload on him like that.
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But on any given day, when someone asks “how are you?” I can’t help but feel like I might.
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