In times of really noticeable pain normal etiquette doesn’t really matter. I’ve seen heartbroken people giving money away because it doesn’t really mean anything to them in that moment. Sitting there in that waiting room I didn’t care what anyone did, nothing was going to bring me out of my little ball of pain. On reflection there is something pleasant in that balled away position in society where no one expects anything of you and nothing matters to you outside of that pain. As much pain as it is, and it isn’t real pain but only feels like it amid a life of relative comfort, it leaves you numb to everything