I did feel bad for this pair of ladies in the waiting room, though. 

It was a very old woman and her caretaker, and the old woman had an appointment today.  She obviously had vision trouble because she was there at the You Can’t See Shit clinic with me, but also really had trouble hearing.  She was trying very hard to have an animated conversation with her caretaker who was basically just a brickwall.  I could hear what poor old woman was trying to say and even I almost wanted to respond to her like, “Oh, that sounds nice,” or, “Yeah?”, those kinds of things, because I felt so bad that she was just kind of being ignored.  

And then the lady started talking about Christmas, and how she didn’t feel like going anywhere or doing anything.  Asked her carer what she was doing. 

“I have to work.  I’m going to be with you.”

Old lady was very excited about this and clung to care woman’s arm.  And after trying to start several conversations about the ornaments on the tree in the waiting room, a sign across the hall, and a gift for her sister, Old Lady said, 

“One day, my miracle will come.”

And then launched into the story of Adam and Eve. 

And the care taker woman looked at me, gripped her knees, closed her eyes, looked up to the ceiling and began muttering in rhythm with a gentle rocking motion, “ilovemyjob, ilovemyjob, ilovemyjob…”