I think life is so funny. The reason i think this way is because the people who you think wont lift a finger to help you, they show you that they can be good people. Well at least for a short period of time they act like they once loved you. The person i am talking about treated me so badly to the point were i did not ever want to see him again and i thought he felt the same way. I guess he proved me wrong.
I had to go to the hospital and a friend of mine went with me even though she had to go to work the next day. I wonder if she knows how much that meant to me and how thankful i am that she was with me.
Anyway, i am ok. I was in the hospital until about 3am or something like that. My friend left early, because she had to get some rest so that she could go to work. I sat there waiting for the doctors to make up their minds on what to do with me. They went back and forth trying to figure out what would be the best treatment for me. They found out that i had some kind of viral infection, so they gave me antibiotics and morphine for the pain even thought i was not in that much pain.
When it was time for me to go home they called my contact person and for some reason it was Joel a guy i was dating. He gave them his number when he took me to the hospital for food poisoning. I thought i changed it back, but i guess i did not. I did not want him to come get me but i called other people and they were either busy or sleep. I had no choice but to go home with the one person who i did not want to see again.
He got to the hospital and i signed myself out and they rolled me to the car. The whole ride home was silence. I guess i was more confused then anything. I kept thinking why did he tell them he would come and get me and why did i give in so easily. I guess i was ready to go home so i did not care who it was.
When he got me home he had to carry me up the stairs, because i was out of it from the morphine they gave me. He helped me into bed and into my pj's and he slept in the other room. I was worried, because if he wanted to he could have done anything to me and i could not have stopped him. I don't like it when i am like that with people i don't trust, and with him he lost my trust when he broke me. Well, let me get back to my night of craziness.
I think it was around 4am when i started to itch, i guess it was because the drugs were wearing off . Joel came in the room and wiped my arms and legs off with a warm face towel. I guess in a way he showed me that he could be sweet, but in my eyes he will always be an ass. He might have been there for me in the way that a friend or boyfriend should have been, but he is now and never will be anything like that to me again.
I guess people have a way of showing you that they can be kind. I just hope he did not think that just because he was nice to me for a few hours, that i was going to forgive the mean things that he said. I hope that this does not make him think that he has an opening back to my heart, because that will never happen.
I am thankful that my friend was there for me when i knew that she did not have to be and i am also in a strange way thankful for my ex-bf for being there when i knew he could have just as easily said no.
