Finding Peace, Serenity, Zen and then facing Idiots!

Early on there was a real need in my mind for me to slow down, accept all ahead and appreciate life. I love life!! But appreciating it, to me, was a different process. It involved not sweating the little stuff. Then re-evaluating the big stuff....was it "really" as important as I once thought it was?..? Usually, no. I found myself very relaxed...even in the HEB parking lot! Even at Wally World the few times I force myself to go there. I found peace in NOT racing for the empty parking place. I would pull out a shopping cart for the next person coming. Even leaving HEB, I will often pull my pickup out and stop traffic for others to get the heck out of there. On the few rare occasions I could see frustration in the drivers behind me I would pull off my hat and pat my bald head. Noone honked at me then! But, as you know even being healthy, you run into the Idiots. There are two occasions I want to share with you. The first one was recently at the hospital. I've mentioned the shots I take to help produce new white cells. Every once in awhile I have to go to the hospital and have blood drawn so they can see what the count is. If it is 5.0 plus (they take that times some large number, but it's layman's terms for us! LOL!) Then I don't have to continue with the shots. If it's less, then M-W-F shots continue. So, time before last I get called in, told to sit in the corner...(how many times would we like to tell someone that!!) and was asked my last name. I began to spell T-A-C-K-E-T-T...two T's at the end. This *choke* professional sits at the computer and pulls up my record....and then...her comment is "MY GOSH, HOW MANY TIMES YOU BEEN HERE". If you know me, I'm a strong person...but even that comment crushed me. Can you imagine someone hearing that who is really sick? I held my tongue because this same woman was about to take blood out of me with a sharp needle. I didn't feel like I was in a position to piss her off like she just did me. BUT...I did let my Dr know about it and a phone call was made. It wasn't going to do anything for me, but it was not a comment anyone else going in should have to hear. Instance number two crushed me even harder. I had been hearing that an organization in Bryan/CS had hats and scarves for cancer patients. Let's just call the company a society in america for cancer.. HEHEHEHEHEHe! I was early for my Dr appointment so I decided to go check it out. I pulled into the parking lot and sat there. I said a prayer to God to help me walk in there and ask for help. (This incident happened back when i was feeling great and had trouble realizing I was fighting a disease) I did have my buzz at this time and was "rockin" my black hat with the white flower on the side. I took a deep breath and went in...only to find no one at the reception desk...but her purse was on the floor WIDE open. I stood there until I could stand no longer. And then I sat and waited. And waited..and waited. I even opened and closed the door again, thinking someone would hear it. Off to the side was a closed door and you could hear voices and laughter so I know aliens hadn't come and taken the workers away. FINALLY....someone came out of room and I stood. She looked at me and said...and I quote...."what do you want?". Of course, I was shocked and hurt. I told her that I had ordered some hats from their website and since then had heard they had some here. I was wondering if I could purchase from them and save the shipping and handling. She looked at me, started laughing and said, "we don't do that here". She then turned her back and walked away from me down the hall. Knowing my mouth had fallen open, I closed it and left. When I got back into the pickup I sat and tried to figure out what had just happened. Not only was I hurt, I was furious. That mixture of pain and hate and frustration that others inflict upon you churned inside. The only thing I could think of was she thought because i have my eyebrows and eyelashes that maybe I was wanting to purchase hats for Halloween. Otherwise, I have no idea where her compassion was. I left the place and went across the street to Target. From there, I called the number to report what had just happened. The number happened to go to a central calling center. I told the young man on the phone what had happened and you could hear the air going out of his lungs. He apologized several times during our conversation. He was even willing to call them NOW and have me go back over. Of course I told him I would never set foot in that building again. But something had to be done because I never wanted ANYONE to ever be confronted like that again. I told him I was dealing with my cancer fine. But to someone who was struggling, hearing this woman address them would have been devastating. Again, in my mind, I have to think this woman didn't know my story and thought I looked good. But, she still should have been kinder.