I don't know how much of a friend I am being, kvetching about this so-called friend. Maybe she's more of a project. She has deep depression, went to the doctor after four (4) days without certain essential meds, and was suicidal. They hospitalized her, the nurse called, I came, brought her car to the emergency room, then found out that they were going to admit her. This means she was transported to a hospital miles away. This shouldn't mean that I take it on myself to go get her car from the first. But none of us is completely well, so I took her a change of clothes (luckily, we're both the same size), got her key, drove to a trolley station about a mile from the Emergency, walked through a scary part of town at 9:30 at night, and then drove her car home. I roused my Dear Him, who took. AGES. To get ready to come with me to the trolley station. Why didn't I go straight there? Because I was on auto pilot and the car drove itself home.
The next trolley along was going the wrong direction, but since it's the one I would board (and it was COLD), I did, and that took another half hour out of my evening. To top it all, I forgot to bring the book I've been devouring, a real page-turner. All told, it took me to 11p.m. to get home. Friend had given me $20. To cover my gas? NOOOO. To fill her tank. Bless her heart.
I waited to hear from her all day yesterday, not venturing far from the phone. My one trip was to the gas station and bank. Today, I put my cell phone in my pocket, knowing she would call for a ride. The did call, three times on the land line. I just happened to be inside. I planned to drive to the trolley, walk back, and then drive to pick her up. But that wouldn't do. She said I should come right away and she would make sure I got home. Against my better judgment, I did as she asked. It was ten a.m.
Once there, I had to wait for her. She needed to have her prescriptions filled at a pharmacy past her home, and I passed the time waiting by talking to other people who were in pharmacy purgatory. When she got to the head of the line to get her meds, there were two people waiting. By the time she finished, there were a dozen. Was it a surge, or did she take an lot of time?
From there, we drove to her house, at her request. She said she needed me to organize her meds, then changed her mind. They were sitting down to lunch, but I was not invited.
Now, here is where she failed me as a friend: She pawned me off on a house member. Not only was she not taking me home, she was foisting me onto a guy who was taking me to the nearest trolley station (62nd would have been closest, but we turned right on Imperial, and drove hellangone to Massachusetts. The machine wouldn't take a $20, so I had to walk across the street to a liquor store. I bought something to eat and drink, as I had not had lunch. She had offered to buy my lunch, but we didn't pass any restaurants. Just then, the trolley arrived. They come every 15 minutes, but it was another nail in my day's coffin.
I called Him and he came to pick me up. I was almost halfway home. It was 2p.m. But we were together, and hey, why not go on a hot date? That is, Costco. They have samples. Even though we didn't buy a lot, it took us longer than expected. From there, I should have returned Him and the groceries home, but I had empty water bottles in the car and we were on the handy side of town. That put me late for cleaning crew, which gathers at 2:30. Apologies to all.