Who takes care of you when you are sick?
At the very essence of human relationships, the answer to that question will tell you a lot about your life and the people in it.
I got sick on Sunday just after returning from the New York trip. I’m talking the kind of sick where your hair is matted to your head and and you can’t sit up sick. Since I’m far away from home, I decided that there would be no one to take care of me and I would have to muddle through the best I could.
I had to go to the Emergency Room on Wednesday because I wasn’t getting better. It turns out I have pneumonia.
My roommate, Hawaii, has made sure I have everything I need for sustenance since I haven’t left my dorm-room in days. Texas took me the ER and Georgia and Hawaii picked me up and got my prescriptions filled. Georgia also grounded me to my room after I said I was feeling a bit better and might like to venture out. Milwaukee keeps checking to see if I need anything. The Illinois boys keep calling to make sure I’m okay and Nevada makes me drink more water and get back into bed. And drink more water. Hawaii won’t take no for an answer when I say I don’t need anything and like a true friend, she just does it (even though she brought me a salad with mushrooms and I hate mushrooms but we’ve since worked that out).
As it turns out, my friends take care of me when I’m sick.