Spent an interesting hour this morning. Out the door at 7:00 to get my wife to chemo. Still dark, with a bright moon high in the sky.
For the first time, my wife asked me to come in with her for the infusion. New med. It was expected to be rough. Thankfully it wasn't. What was rough was the conversation in the cubicle next to us.
White trash. Older woman, bringing he 30-something son in for infusion. I has to listen to my wife's nurse/tech discuss politics with them.
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Let's see. Democrats are planning to give America's farmland to immigrants. Lexington is a sanctuary city, where they're turning veterans out in the street and giving their homes to immigrants. It's all Andy Beshear's fault for sucking up to Kamala Harris. Did you hear about the (fictional...I checked) murder where an immigrant dismembered a woman and fed her to some hogs? And on, and on, and on. It was all I could do to keep my mouth shut. Lie, after lie, after lie,
Add on: What really bugs me is the nurse/tech singing their song. This woman is supposed to be highly educated, and providing supportive care to my wife during her hour in the chair.
@TwiHusband Ask for another provider. It's your right.
@TwiHusband same ppl who also say "they better not touch mah MediCare...!"