I can’t even bear to listen to someone start to complain about their various ailments without getting a rash! I’d like to burn my father’s Medicare card!
I hear ya.
I listened to countless years of my sister’s sorrows. And her unbelievable love for all things medical. It was sickening.
At one point last year I had had enough.
I told her the truth. She didn’t like that. She told me she would never speak to me again. I told her I loved her...that was it. I haven’t heard from her in about a year.
Sad.