Last night I spent a few hours looking after an old friend (ok, old girlfriend) who is sick. I have hard time not calling it babysitting but it was nice to catch up. She has some kind of undiagnosed condition that the doctors first thought was her liver and now they think is her spleen but she's been particularly ill because of a lack of sodium in her system (they just figured that one out yesterday). I guess it makes a person very weak and she was in danger of collapsing and wasn't supposed to be alone for very long. It was sad. She felt like shit and kinda looked it.

 

I'm pulled in two directions with her - I want to help and do what I can but at the same time she was a huge negative on my life. Drama and violence and general fucked-up-ness. It took me years to disentangle my life from her crap. I have a good relationship with her now only because I only see her a couple of times a year and don't allow myself to get dragged in. I don't want to be a cold bastard but if things go bad with her health, I don't know if I want to get involved too much.