I have “passed for normal” my entire life. So, it was very surprising to hear from a good friend, a girl I met in high school when we were both 14, and who was another off-and-on roommate – that she had no idea of my health issues.
She moved to CA in 1984, and I followed her here in 1985. I have a clear-as-crystal mental image of me talking to her, standing in the kitchen of our shared apartment, sick as a dog with pneumonia, while making chicken soup in the Spring of 1986. She’s seen me unable to breathe, congested, and exhausted.
I can’t think that I would have asked her for a doctor’s reference (I didn’t find my current “keeper” until 1992) without her having at least some idea of what I needed in a GP. But, she says not.
So, she’s suddenly become concerned about my health and is wanting to come down and visit me right before Thanksgiving. First, she wanted to know what was going on, so I gave her my history:
Everything seemed fine, until now she’s coming down to see me at Thanksgiving. Seriously? Driving hours and hours… And then where will she stay? Sh-i-i-it – time to clean !
Not sure why this is suddenly a crisis, but I’ll look forward to seeing her. Not going to like having to debate any of my choices with her, though, since she’s a nurse, and we have very dissimilar views on the “sanctity” of life.