...about romance novels with someone else in the waiting room at the hospital today. I was waiting for an MRI for my wrist situation; she was waiting for some test results and medication for a more serious chronic condition. It was nice to talk with her about why we like to read romances, and I think it was also good for me to have a reminder that I shouldn't jump to "woe is me" so quickly. Or at least I need to contextualize my "woe is me." My wrist trouble is no joke (and I'm kind of freaked out at the possible problems that could be causing it), but it's nothing like what this young woman is dealing with.
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