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[solitary_summer]

::grumbles:: The G. situation (especially the part where somehow I ended up being the responsible one, the one with the apartment keys and the one whose telephone number the people in the hospital have, and stuff) gave me a nervous headache and slight nausea the whole day, left work at three, visited him & brought him his cash, which I kind of forgot/didn't want to leave in an unattended bag yesterday; his leg is in a cast for the time being, he's bored & wants to go home. ::sigh:: Promised to look in again on Saturday, and bring more stuff, although I really hope he doesn't choose to see any, er, romantic motives behind this, because I'm still slightly miffed at whatever emergency room visit-cum-dinner date he'd apparently imagined for yesterday.

I probably sound slightly (or not so slightly) callous about the whole situation, but there's a lot of not-so-good history between us, and also? Person who smashes himself up while drunk, when he's already had other minor accidents while drunk, knows he's got an alcohol problem (once you actually consider lying on the information sheet for the anesthesiologist... told him to be honest; I hope, forcefully enough.)... let's just say there are situations and/or persons where I'd feel more genuinely sympathetic.




Although, after an hour visiting there I'm seriously, incredibly grateful that my body is functioning, that I'm healthy and up & walking about without casts, tubes & plastic bags to drain blood (ick!) or screws sticking out anywhere.