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[solitary_summer]

Gah. So G. calls me at work in the afternoon and asks if I'd go to the emergency room with him, because apparently he had an accident with his bike while drunk yesterday night and his foot hurts. Badly. And frankly I'm less than enthusiastic, because we've not even been friends over the last year or so and, why me? , or more to the point, why do his drinking habits and stupidity have to result in me being forced to spend a couple of hours in the emergency room after a work day? Oh and, could I bring him some a bottle of Coke, he needs something to drink.

So I buy the Coke and get there, and it doesn't look pretty, but he seems optimistic (despite not being able to walk at all and the foot being badly swollen... men ::eye-roll::) and wants to have dinner with me afterwards, so I'm not the person to mention the possibility/likelihood of broken bones and torn ligaments, but, to cut a long story short, that's pretty much what it is; there has to be surgery, but some superficial wound needs to heal first. So I take a taxi back to his flat, pack some things, deposit the canary with the neighbour, try and fail to call his parents, because he's got the wrong number, take a taxi back to the hospital, leave the bag there, because he's not in the ward yet... finally get home, write an e-mail to his boss...


God, I'm so, so tired.



Also, I expect some serious karma points....

Comments

[un-crayon-rouge.livejournal.com]

I don't know about karma, but I am totally giving you points :-)

[solitary-summer.livejournal.com]

In this case, who cares about karma? ;)