Here is solid evidence that if you blog it, it will come. Yay.
So remember that blog I wrote today, about Boy #4 not fulfilling my romantic needs? Yeah, well, you can forget that. He is wonderful. I am swooning.
Today I found out that I have to go to the hospital for a procedure on Friday. They are knocking me out completely, so I need someone to take care of me. Immediately, I thought of him, and not just because he is on summer vacation and has a vehicle. OK, maybe it had a little to do with that, but I like to think I that there are only a few people I would trust with my care after heavy doses of morphine (sp?).
I was nervous to ask him, afraid of his reaction. Was this something only serious friends do for each other? Would he be freaked out? Then I thought, well, i would do it for him in a heartbeat, so why wouldn't he do it for me?
Not only was he absolutely willing to drive me, he was not at all freaked out by my condition. Thank kittens. See? It's the little things that get me. The fact that he is willing to help me through a really yucky experience is enough to make me stay up past 11 pm.
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Just be careful what you think of before they knock you out. I've found that coming out of an IV knockout, I fall in and out of consciousness. I sing the songs that have been floating in my head. I suspect I said things, too.
Good work using the blog for something other than our platform for lunchtime conversations.
jayna, that only happens when you get an IV? jeez, i'm always falling in and out of consciousness.
amy, go back to work. and, you left your curling iron on again.
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