I’m going to die

Just got off the phone with The Mother.

Her: OMG! If you do have that condition you could die.
Me: I’m not going to die. It’s treatable.
Her: I read up on that and it’s serious. Do you even know what it can do to you?
Me: Yes, Mother. Thank you for your concern.
Her: You’re going to die.
Me: Eventually. We’re all going to die. It’s our lot, dontcha know.
Her: Did you even tell the doctor what was wrong with you?*
Me: No, Mother. I just let him guess. It’s what he gets paid for.

Good grief. Do you wonder why I’m so flippin’ nuts? Do you? Someone needs to get that woman a Valium- stat.

* She always get pissed when I don’t let her prove to me how much she knows. Ha!

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