One loyal friend is worth ten thousand relatives. – Anonymous
I had a minor medical procedure this past Thursday. One that required me to take one Lorazepam (to calm me) and one Percocet (for pain) 30 minutes prior to the procedure, then a local anesthetic once there. It was for this reason I needed someone to drive to and from the doctor’s office.
Initially I solicited the help of my BFF, Sispoon, who lives in Florida but due to last-minute work obligations, she was unable to fly into Atlanta. No worries, because I know where her heart is. Another friend, LMD, stepped in and got me there and back.
I am not sure if it was the medication or McDonald’s, but once I made it back to the house nausea took over and everything in my stomach ended up on the bathroom floor, the toilet, the shower curtain, my clothes, my shoes…basically everywhere. LMD proved to be a real trooper. YES…she cleaned it up. That girl has a strong stomach and should have been a nurse.
Talk about being there. Which leads me to my next point.
The next day I get a phone call from a relative and the conversation went like this:
Her: Hey, I totally forgot about your procedure. How are you?
Me: I’m good.
Her: Did Sispoon fly in?
Me: No…last minute thing for her job.
Her: Why didn’t you call me? (emphatically) I could have…
Me: No worries. I got it taken care of. It’s all good.
Her: Okay. Well call me if you need anything.
Me: Okay. Thank you.
As it turned out, a few hours later I did need her so I called her mobile phone.
Me: Are you at home?
Her: Yeah…but I don’t have any gas in my car so…
Me: Okay, nevermind. Thanks.
Her: Hey, what do you ne…
I hang up.