It's quiet in the ER, at the moment. (Knock on wood). So I figured I'd take a minute to share my story since I promised that I would.

Last Tuesday, after I got out of work at 11pm, I decided to go to a bar and hang out with my friend Scotty. While I was there, I ended up bumping into a guy who used to work with my sister.. he now works at the bar I was at. I showed him a picture of my husband and I, and he had the audacity to say to me, "I'm sorry, but as a former Marine, I am telling you that your husband isn't coming home." Immediately, my eyes began to fill with tears. I wanted nothing more than to knock his teeth down his throat. In my mind, I was trying to comprehend how someone could say such a thing like that. I was truly devastated. As if I don't already think about all the bad things that could possibly happen to him while he is over there, I didn't need this moron throwing his 2 cents into all of it. I couldn't stop myself from crying. Of course, Scotty came over and tried so hard to cheer me up. It kind of worked. I felt a little better after he talked some sense into me, however, I am still hurt about what was said to me. It's not something you can easily brush off. And I am sure that anyone who is in a similar situation as me, can surely agree with that.

Go figure. I sit down to blog and now we are getting busy. Oh Joy!