I had this returning client in my chair today and I said the sometimes open ended question… “How are you?”
Her response to me (in a raspy, 85 year old smoker’s voice from Queens) was:
“Well, honey… you’re never gonna believe this. I am in a lot of pain and moving really slow because I’m still recovering from a complete hysterectomy. And what’s even more unfrigginbelievable is that a friggin robot did my surgery through my damn bellybutton.” I will save you from the details she proceeded to tell me all about. I will, in fact, be researching how to erase those said details from my memory (‘Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind’ style).
Are you kidding me? Ok, its one thing that they are doing a shit ton of surgeries now through your (what used to be) tiny ass bellybutton, that’s great. But you’re telling me that they are sticking a robot arm inside of your bellybutton and digging your organs out with it by use of a friggin joystick in the adjoining room??!!!!
Do we all live in the matrix?