Friends

If you get seriously injured you're going to find out a lot about your friends. I've been pleasantly surprised by some who came out of nowhere to help. While others I thought were good friends haven't even called to check up on me. It's weird- and I think adds to the notion of 'true friends.'

I can't blame some of them, no one wants to see a friend in pain or hobbling around. But that person who is hurt is likely dying for company. One of the best things that people did for us is bring us prepared meals. This was especially important right out of the hospital when we were getting used to the routine. Those meals saved so much stress and meant so much- it wasn't a lot of time on the givers part, but it helped many times more for us.

Those who visit you in the hospital are also going the extra step. A hospital is an 'inhospitable' place (rimshot?). The journey in there goes a long way to making the patient feel better.

And finally, you'll find the well-meaning, but .. I'm not even sure of the word.. basically, friends who say they're going to do something, come by, help out... and then you never see them. I'm sure other things came up, but it puts it into perspective those who say and those who do.

Anyway, today was a good day in that a buddy of mine took me out to lunch. It's a pain taking out the cripple (to the cripple also), but I get out so rarely that it was a nice change. Thank you!