So you're delivering hospital beds to people, and you think cleanliness is their number one problem? You know, I have to admit, the cat hair is starting to build up under the bed (Smedley and Gummitch both like to sleep under there when I'm not home), and in all honesty, I just don't have the energy these days to give a shit. I guess the responsible thing would have been to immediately have all my pets put down when the doctor informed me that I had cancer and would have to start chemo; after all, I pretty much knew energy would be a problem. Being a selfish, irresponsible person, I decided instead just to not invite judgmental assholes over anymore...
Okay, I'm not really that offended, but one thing that the experience of cancer (multiple myeloma for those interested) has taught me is that the proper response to any judgmental comment is 'fuck off'. Worry about your own life.