One thing I don't want to hear whilst eating

If I don’t multi-task, I get nothing accomplished. I fixed my lunch and called my mother. As usual she did much of the talking while I chewed. Then she started telling me about my father’s aunt, describing the leg wound the old lady has. “It’s got an odor again, but she has a doctor’s appointment...”

“Mom!” I protested.

“It’s not like its gangrene. The doctor says a deep wound like that has to heal from the inside out, so there’s a scab they have to keep removing.”

I choked on my food. “Mother, you are killing me over here! I’m TRYING TO EAT.”

“Well, she’s getting better at any rate.” Thank GOD. I don’t think I can take much more. I don’t suppose that my tortilla wrapper was spinach green helped.