First ER trip of 2018
Took that pic yesterday.
Gymgirl was battling something and inadvertently mixed some medication and alcohol that resulted in a really rough night for the two of us plus a mutual friend. It was something I experienced with Alison after she had gotten sick because her body was so weak.
Luckily for the Gymgirl, hers was not because of cancer.
Because of that, she bounced back pretty quickly but just a day later, we ended up at same medemerge that I went to when I got that cut above my eye.
The same one I’d brought Alison to so many times before.
Doctor: [The Gymgirl] needs to go to the hospital. The ER. If she doesn’t go by ambulance, you’ll have to bring her. It may be nothing but if it’s an appendicitis, she could die.
Me: (deep breath) OK. I’ll get her there.
Her: (outside) You don’t have to bring me.
Me: Of course I do.
Fifteen minutes later, we’re in the same goddamn ER that I brought Alison to twice: Once for the baby – the height of our joy – and then countless times later for the fucking cancer.
My life is on some horrific type of repeat Groundhog Day.
Gymgirl: Are you ok?
Had to go outside repeatedly to catch my breath. And weep. One guy handed me a buncha paper towels. Another girl gave me a box of tissues.
Me: These used to be red. I had so many of them.
Gymgirl insisted on having her brother come but I wouldn’t leave until he came. It was agony.
Went to the bathroom and dry retched.
Her brother came and I shook his hand and apologized to her for leaving.
Her: Don’t. Thanks for staying.
Me: Of course. That’s the deal.
Walked home through the women’s march in a daze.
And when I got home, I poured myself a stiff drink. The Gymgirl wrote me and told me she was gonna be ok, which was a huge relief.
Alison’s BFF messaged me too and I told her what happened.
ABFF: Oh, man…You’re not the right wing man for any hospital trips in 2018 I don’t think – it’s too soon
After we finished chatting, poured myself another drink and, spent the rest of the evening unlocking the bootloader on a phone, flashing a new recovery, reformatting the encrypted drive, and installing a debloated distro copy of the stock ROM.
Oh, and drinking and cursing the whole time.
So that was my Saturday. You?
Location: In front of a soft-bricked LG V20
Music: Caught my reflection, drop the call, I’ve been medicated with cigarettes and alcohol
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