“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.
“And now I’m on my way to get a follow-up MRI on the tumor/mass/lesion inside a bone in my arm.”
<he’s backing away now>
“I’ve been eating every carb I can find and petting kittens.”
“So, like, byeeeeee. Thanks for fixing my laptop and stuff.”
Don’t worry. I didn’t actually unload on him like that.
But on any given day, when someone asks “how are you?” I can’t help but feel like I might.