Hubby had minor surgery today. Carpel tunnel. Joan called every surgery center in town to find out where it was so she could sit in the waiting room with me (cuz I don't know how to talk to doctors). Surgery took 5 minutes, so, she missed it. Then she called to say she went grocery shopping for us in case I didn't think to have food in the house. (cuz I'm stupid). Wanted to know what kind of pain killers they gave him. I said it didn't matter because he didn't want them. She wanted to bring all her prescriptions over (cuz I don't care about her son). I am living as Deborah in "Everybody Loves Raymond".