Something I just recently discovered about myself is the fact that I have not cried in about two years at the time of this writing. This is not to say that there hasn’t been at least one instance in this time frame where crying would have been necessary. Also it wasn’t always like this. As a matter of fact, I went through a phase in my life where almost everything made me cry and this was something that was frowned upon by those closest to me due to this creating a situation where they believe I’m not acting my age. These days, it takes an act of the devil himself to make me cry but I think the last time I cried was two years ago when a secretary at the hospital threatened me when I showed signs of reluctance over a surgery that was to take place the following day. The incident occurred as she called to give me the details of the surgery, (what time it was at, what time I needed to be there,) ETC. I was nervous and the nervousness caused me to lash out unintentionally. I could not call my mom because she was at work. I still remember what she said to make me cry too.

In response to my reluctance and the resulting rudeness/abruptness in my voice: “STOP YELLING AT ME OR I’LL PUT A NOTE ON YOUR FILE!” she threatens.

Not knowing what that meant, (as I’m not a medical expert,) I asked her “What do you mean?”

I DON’T HAVE TIME TO EXPLAIN IT TO YOU BUT DON’T YELL AT ME. IF YOU DON’T APOLOGIZE, I’M WRITING THE NOTE!” she screams

“OK I’m sorry.” I finally said which she accepted.

When mom was available to talk later that evening, I told her I did not want to go because I thought the secretary would have rigged the surgery so mom called and confronted them and they apologized citing being busy and unaware of how to speak to someone with a disability. I do have a disability for those who are wondering.

The surgery ended up occurring in the end but this is a day I won’t forget.

The main thing though is that not a tear has been shed from me since then. I hope it stays this way.