When faced with my own mortality I find it difficult to even acknowledge people that have no idea what its remotely doing to me emotionally.
Dismissive "you will be fine," "Don't worry about it;" while I am wearing heart monitors and consuming carvedil, prednisone and diphenhydramine and suffering through all the side effects while refusing to cross with medications for debilitating lumbar, disc, muscle and neurological pain.
You *look and sound like an insincere asshole. You have become the person I have to avoid to keep from accelerating my already treacherous blood pressure heart rate and unleashing all my pain and rage onto and through you.
I have lost all the patience and empathy I would bestow upon your ilk.
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