xH used to talk to me and say things like "Well, you will have to get used to 'us', because I see us all together in a room at a party", and that kind of stuff. Truly painful.
Ugh! That brings back an ugly, ugly memory of what W said to me days after the bomb. She actually said some cr*p about someday when we're all old she and the OM, both being RN's, could help take care of me were I for some reason to lose my health first (Ooooh, how freakin' noble and high-minded these nurses can be, huh?) I think I tried to put that insane sh*t out of my head as the crackpot ravings of a lunatic. Uuuuuuuuuuugh! Blecky!
Uuuuuuuuuuugh! Blecky!
