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April 16, 2005
Abuse
I volunteered to come to The Cape this week to care for a very good friend who was having a sex change sinus surgery (with a nose job on the side I wasn’t told about). On Wednesday morning we drove to the hospital. After he got settled in, I took the car, saw Sin City, wasted a couple more hours and picked him up when he was done. He was very groggy and in quite a bit of pain. We filled a prescription for percoset and an antibiotic on the way home. So far, so good.
Then he started acting like a two year-old. I’m 51 and my small circle of friends has always been a little “eccentric” and I include myself in that. But I have NEVER seen anything like this. This guy is 42 and should know much better. His lack of impulse control is shocking. For instance, his discharge instructions said to do as little as possible and to keeep his head elevated. Sit still?? Not him! He insisted on walking the dogs, poaching some salmon and whatever else he felt like doing, insisting his discharge papers said something completely different than they actually did. I was relegated to getting him a glass of juice when he didn’t feel like getting up. The next day he drove himself on percocet to the doctor for a follow-up while I was asleep because he “didn't want to bother me!” Well, then WHY THE FUCK AM I HERE??
I asked that very question when he got back from the doctor and was accused of making his recovery “all about me.” Well, excuse me for wondering why I spent an entire day traveling to The Cape to end up merely driving him from the hopital and going into convenience stores and coffee shops for him. He would sit in the car with a hood and dark glasses on so no one who knows him on “The Cape” could see him with a cast on his nose! God fucking forbid. It might ruin his glamorous image.
Tonight he’s lying in his room with an ice pack on his eyes, continuously coughing, insisting that nothing’s wrong and he needs no help. I give up.
As a friend, I feel abused. If I could have gotten a flight out of Providence before Monday, I’d already have left. As it is, I leave first thing Sunday morning, spend a soothing afternoon at the Megaplex bath house in Providence and Sunday night in a hotel. I can’t wait to get the hell out of here.
Posted by HighStrungLoner in The High Strung Loner at 12:52 AM
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