So, after last night's episode of crying over spilt milk, I found it incredibly amusing (yes, I'm sick that way) that a friend at work was inquiring about my "delicate condition." Actually, that's not the amusing part. The amusing part was his timely choice of words after I was upset about poor word choices I'd seen used in my medical records.
In his effort to continue the conversation in euphemistic terms, he continued his questioning with asking me when this "delicate condition" would "terminate."
Bwa ha ha ha ha!!!!
Actually, it stopped me in my tracks for just a half a second maybe as I stammered to remember the due date. So, I guess it threw me for a moment, but after that I found it amusing just because of the sheer unfortunate timing of it.
No, I'm not going to spend my lunch hour in the restroom crying this time. No worries. I'm just going to put that one away with last night's "abortion humor" of a good friend who knows the best way to bring me out of a funk is to be as inappropriate as humanly possible.
Thanks guys for helping me find a better way around my issues. :)
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