Long time, no bitch.
Lots of things have happened since I last sat down to complain… I’ve had a hire an attorney for an accident I was involved in (cheapass insurance company), the band I went out of town to shoot in May never paid me… several friends owe me monies totaling over $200, scheduled two surgeries that are exactly two weeks apart, had one already, and I’m four days post-op.
And I’m bitchy.
Of course I knew there were going to be things I couldn’t do, things I’d have to rely on people to help me with, but what I had forgotten, after not having any type of surgery for 9 years, is that people are so damn fake with their well wishes and offers to do things for you. Fake fake fake fake fake. Fake face. The day I was released, I didn’t know if my mom would be able to drive me home so I texted two people. One called my mother immediately, and I know this because my mom was in my hospital room. The other texted 5 hours later and asked how I was. Mmmhmm. Takes me back to that first surgery, when my so-called best friend lived two houses away, and I asked if she could come up and run my vac in two rooms since I wasn’t supposed to be doing anything like that. She got mad. Mad. People will tell you anything to ingratiate themselves into your lives, but when the balls get smacked against the wall and it’s go time, that’s when you can tell your best friends from the fair-weather ones. I asked my best friend to stop by tomorrow and pick up some things that I’ve dropped and can’t pick up. She said “sure, no problem”. That’s my girl! Another friend would drop whatever she’s doing and come help me if I needed her to, but I haven’t asked her for any help because she lives a good distance away. Other people who said before my surgery “Let me know if you need anything” were totally faking it. That’s not what you tell someone. You ask “Do you need anything?” Which sounds a lot better than “Hey, if you feel like bothering me later, cuz you need something, and are willing to chance that I’m not busy doing something else or am able to respond quickly, you let me know!”
And one person in particular, who I know is busy, and I really wouldn’t expect anything more than a “How ya feelin’?” from hasn’t said a word to me. Not only have we been friends for 4 years now, when he stupidly sliced 4 of the 5 tendons in his hand from being a jackass and slamming a beer bottle down on a bar, I was at the hospital with him for 6 hours. I was there after his wife came, after his bar pals left… I went home with his blood on my clothing, and haven’t heard a word from him. When you’re recovering from surgery, it gives you a lot of time to think, and I think after I’m done thinking, there may be some changes happening.
