Well, my gal is in the ER right now. To any family or friends of her who may be perusing here, she is okay. I stayed for a couple hours.
I was getting her texts earlier in the evening, while working with Mark (playing on a drum kit (!)), and the gravity of the situation took a while to dawn on me. Had been in the cloud all day. When I got home, she called from someone else's cell phone on the train because her battery died and said she'd been advised to go to Methodist. I stupidly asked, "Do you want me to meet you there?" Then I biked there as fast as I could, in the light rain, wearing all black, sans helmet, and when I arrived Michelle said, "I just thought you might want to be here when I died." I felt so sorry for the gal, but I was tired and high (just weed, folks), and my back was hurting so I left around midnight. The important thing is, she's alright, and I won't say much more about tonight than that. I picked up some Baskin Robbins ice cream for her on the way home.
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