My little world shrinks. Again.
I’m the epic shrinking woman stuck in it.
(It’s getting sorta close and smelly in here!)
I do dialysis on Thursday evenings now.
Well, I go in and they’ve had some kind of party/event. Apparently I wasn’t invited. (no worries, I wasn’t coming extra early for that!)
I was able to avail myself of the gaily decorated windows, spooky muzak and a small table just inside the door.
On this table were ghoulish characters and cob webs. I’m looking and thinking maybe autumn leaves and a pumpkin or two would’ve been more tasteful.
And then I see it . Om freakin’ God!
A giant witches brew pot. Full of, egads Candy!!
Are these people insane? I know, I know, not everyone on dialysis is diabetic. But they all are sick and probably restricted. Can they be more insensitive?
Not to mention every Dialysis ““Expert””(yet to be determined) has a mouth full of sucker or candy bar. Chomping away. Blowing bubbles with hubba-bubba. Smelling of a sickly sweet aroma. Get outta my face, lady. My glucose went up just because of your breath.
I’m writing a strongly worded email. I tell you what.
Just, who do I report this outrage to?
I’m out of the Halloween loop. My grandkids don’t do it. No neighbors. No school things allow Halloween parties, anymore.They might hit a fall festival if Mom finds one with kid stuff.
So my world closes in more.
ETA: Ivy, the witch got a Tootsie pop.