As a surprise to Mom, Dad told us that we were going on a day trip to Oma and Opa's house. (I'm part Dutch; Oma and Opa are the dutch words for grandparents.) I was less than enthused about the idea, as that meant they were going to make me feel guilty about something or other. I really needed a day to myself after two days of socializing and two nights of less-than-ideal sleeps. I was just exhausted. It was like I had sleep apnea or something. I don't, but that's what it feels like.
The whole time we were there, I was dozing off and on or reading Game Of Thrones, sometimes at the same time. In time for supper, one of the 48 sets of my great-aunt/uncles came over. Now, my great-uncle Tony has prostate cancer and next to no grasp of how to tell if someone is uncomfortable.
As I was reading GOT after supper, he comes into the room where I'm reading, sits down and starts telling me after his after-meal hot flashes as well as other things.
Now, I've watched A Clockwork Orange, Silence Of The Lambs, Cat People and Rambo. Never have I felt so sick as when Great-uncle Tony tried to tell me about his bodily problems.
Seriously, it would be less scaring to watch all those movies in a row than hear the exact words my great-uncle said.
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