As you know by know I have a bit of a " don't give a hoot" personality. This bodes me well especially in the epic fucktastic worldwind that is my life.
I lazily roll over roadblocks while laughing and at them and shouting my mantra that "everything happens for a reason".
Today a troll of a bitch from the bowels of satan calls my phone. She has never met me. She is in the medical field. She can not pronounce my DX and obviously has no clue what it is or how it works. Yet she felt the need to pass her own little narrow minded behind a desk, Monday Morning judgment on me. I took her verbal stabs and blows.
There was no need for what she did. None. I was disappointed in my lack of usual fire back, and put in place ability. Maybe the last seizure weakened me, maybe the heart attacks have me down, maybe I am just tired of being the "educator of the medical field" but I let her think she had won.
I did something I never do. I called my husband, and turned her in. I told him with a quivering voice that I was done, and she was the cause and that I didn't want to fight anymore. I wasn't expecting him to break character but just as I had today he did also, he picked up the baton, and proceeded to verbally beat the ever living shit out of this woman with it for 30 minutes. That is not his style. That is not him. That is me. But I had dropped the ball. He picked it up.
You're a good man Charlie Brown