I spent this morning on the phone with a Surfer Dude who apparently moonlights as a representative for the World’s Friendliest Drug Company. It’s a bit unreal, this detailed enrollment process that I have to go through for the privilege of giving myself daily jabs.
“So when were you diagnosed?” Surfer Dude asked.
“Well, Monday,” I said, trying to avoid any complete sentences that might be overheard by my cohort in the cubicle farm.
“Woah,” Dude replied. “So this is like totally new for you.”
“Yep,” I laughed. Must be some kind of defense mechanism, laughing, because I’ve been chuckling a lot these days at completely inappropriate topics.
We went through a host of topics that ran the gamut from the usual questions to the more surreal. Dude offered me several complementary programs from the WFDC; at one point, I felt like I was signing up for the world’s strangest dating service.