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There is great gift in those friends that will abandon all plans without thought to come when you need them.
Tim had called Steve earlier and told him to sit tight until we knew more about what we would need help with, getting both cars home was only one thing. He happened to be with several of our friends, who all came to the ER. It was getting late, and the pharmacy that would take our insurance would close soon. Tim had to get prescriptions now if I was to have them for the night. Steve Rebecca and Jenna all stayed with me while Tim and David Allen went to the pharmacy and I was prepared for release.
They really lifted my spirits as they were glad they could be there for me, but also began talking about how it was irritating when their parents or family members didn't call when they were in the Hospital. Crap I've got to call Mom and Dad and I just want to be with my friends. Suddenly I understood how much easier it is to just deal with family later (who can do nothing but worry), and I began to defend the other end of that conversation as I called my parents house and prayed for voice mail.
My younger sister Amber was there and I was very short with her, speaking in matter-of-fact tones and not giving details. Steve drove me home as I began to realize how loopy I was under the influence of the drugs I had been given. We got home and Steve went and got us all dinner. Mom called shortly afterward and I was ready to talk to her, not as short as I had been with Amber. Mom said she walked in the house to Amber sitting on the couch and proclaiming animatedly "Don't Panic!"
It was a hard night but I was holding to the thought that the surgery would go great the next day and in a few weeks I would be back to some assemblence of normal.
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