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May. 1st, 2007 05:31 pm
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So you want to know the definition of the best girlfriend EVER?
Last night, I couldn't sleep. I felt terrible, hot and cold, sick to my stomach. At three in the morning, I realized that fighting it was useless, and threw up everything I had eaten in the past six hours. I really, really hate throwing up. It scares the shit out of me, and there is nothing worse than realizing, as you're leaning over a toilet, that you'll have to deal with it all by yourself. And my legs would barely hold me, and I couldn't stop shaking.
So I called Sarah.
She picked up, to my surprise, told me she'd come by. After half an hour, she hadn't shown and wasn't answering the phone, so I kinda panicked. I was exhausted and sick, and not thinking very clearly, so I all but ran to her house, which is down the street. I rang the doorbell five times, Ramses let me in. Sarah was halfway down the stairs, having heard it, and I nearly took her out, I was so relieved to see her. At that point, my knees informed me they'd been abused enough and buckled. She sat with me on the stairs until I was breathing normally again, then waited while I brushed my teeth. I slept at her house, because she would not send me home. She had a breakfast date at 7:20 with Emma and Erin, so she walked me back to my house and I went back to sleep. She came by later, after showering with Erin, and held onto me until I had to get up at 9:45 for a meeting with my professor at 10:15. By that time I was something close to okay.
She's been checking in on me, off and on all day; we lay outside in the sun for an hour, shoulder to shoulder, reading.
I'm exceedingly grateful to her.
Last night, I couldn't sleep. I felt terrible, hot and cold, sick to my stomach. At three in the morning, I realized that fighting it was useless, and threw up everything I had eaten in the past six hours. I really, really hate throwing up. It scares the shit out of me, and there is nothing worse than realizing, as you're leaning over a toilet, that you'll have to deal with it all by yourself. And my legs would barely hold me, and I couldn't stop shaking.
So I called Sarah.
She picked up, to my surprise, told me she'd come by. After half an hour, she hadn't shown and wasn't answering the phone, so I kinda panicked. I was exhausted and sick, and not thinking very clearly, so I all but ran to her house, which is down the street. I rang the doorbell five times, Ramses let me in. Sarah was halfway down the stairs, having heard it, and I nearly took her out, I was so relieved to see her. At that point, my knees informed me they'd been abused enough and buckled. She sat with me on the stairs until I was breathing normally again, then waited while I brushed my teeth. I slept at her house, because she would not send me home. She had a breakfast date at 7:20 with Emma and Erin, so she walked me back to my house and I went back to sleep. She came by later, after showering with Erin, and held onto me until I had to get up at 9:45 for a meeting with my professor at 10:15. By that time I was something close to okay.
She's been checking in on me, off and on all day; we lay outside in the sun for an hour, shoulder to shoulder, reading.
I'm exceedingly grateful to her.