Randy’s older sister works at the bookstore with me. He saw her the other day and she had a strange request: she wants me to stop by the bookstore to see everyone.
It seems that people think I’ve left Randy and keep pestering her and Mike (Randy’s best friend, also an employee there) about my absence. Some of you may recall that I’ve loaned my car to my mother while she looks for a new car. In the meantime my MIL has made her spare clunker available to me for doctors’ appointments; it sits in the driveway.
No me + strange car in driveway = I’ve left Randy and he’s got someone new.
Thus illustrating that in a small town, people really have nothing better to do than speculate about the lives of others.
To be fair, many of my coworkers are genuinely concerned about me; they know I left for medical reasons. But the Powers That Be at work don’t encourage visits. I wouldn’t feel right popping in when I can’t work anyway; if I can’t work, I shouldn’t be there. Randy, Pam and Mike are doing their best to quell the rumors. The fact that my mother now has a car of her own and has returned mine to me should help. I suppose people will assume that Randy and I have gotten back together and that he’s kicked out his lover. Well, I certainly hope that if I’ve moved back in with my husband his lover would move out. Knowing me as I do, I believe I would insist on that. I’m just not that kinky.
But they might believe all three of us are shacked up happily together. Stranger things have happened around here, believe me. Ask me about the indecisive spouse-swap (not Randy and I- refer to last sentence of the above paragraph) that occurred here several years ago.
But now I’m gossiping. Tut tut.
Shifting gears, here’s a medical update: I do not have an alien baby growing inside me, but I do have gallstones. That has absolutely nothing to do with my back and leg troubles; it’s just a bonus.
I’m exploring my options at the moment, trying to avoid surgery. In the meantime I still have to go to the neurologist on Tuesday. Maybe he will find an alien baby implant. I mean, c’mon, aren’t we being a little Homo sapien-ist in assuming that the baby would be implanted in the abdomen? Maybe they give birth in the big toe or something.
I guess that’s all for now. As you were.