Intellectually speaking, we all know that we are not immortal. We all know that we will grow old, get sick sometimes, shouldn't eat certain foods, smoke, etc, but until something happens to us to snap us out of our daily routines we live on, continuously doing more harm to ourselves. And when that happens, and it will, I hope that you will have more people come to your bedside wanting to lift you up and support you than you know what to do with.
I had a scary hospital stay that lasted five days. Two people came. Two. I had one friend, an RN, which continuously sent texts asking what was happening, where the infection was…not how I was doing. This experience has left me wondering who my friends are, who I call friend, how do I choose my friends? I did not walk away from this situation thanking God for the abundance of friends that helped me through this time in my life; I walked away wondering what the hell just happened. In an age where status changes happen in the blink of an eye due to social networking, I didn’t even have a comment from my family members about the ordeal. I don’t have any kind of delusions that acquaintances are friends; I merely thought I had more friends.
Yes, this is somewhat of a pity party for poor little old me. Sue me.
