Jaybird

Y'all know I'm notorious for staying friends with my ex's. And that I've been through not the greatest time lately. I've been sleeping with a teddy bear, for fucks sake. 

Friday night it started all over again. My friends were downstairs at the bar, I called them, they came up, cleaned up the mess and took me to the ER. 

I have amazing friends. JJ showed up with a bottle of wine for the crew and ordered us all pizza while we sat in the waiting room waiting for someone to do something. They didn't. If you have a medical emergency, do NOT go to St. Mike's hospital. They would rather let you die than do anything to help you. 

Around 5 am we left and went to a real hospital, the kind that actually wants to help you. By lunchtime, I'd lost about 40% of my blood and they were talking about blood transfusions. For an ex-JW that's scary stuff. It all turned out okay though and eventually we came home. JJ was making me a steak to try to up my iron count after the incident, and I walked over and gave him a hug. 

Me: I would have died without you. 

Him: I know. Died in a pool of your own blood. 

Which is a gross way to die. Instead, we got back, he flipped over the mattress, washed the sheets and cooked me a steak. 

I don't think I've been grateful enough for the support, the unconditional love I've received from him and my other friends as well. I totally understand if you want to stop being friends with me, I've been a bit of an inconvenience lately.

But try to stick it out with me. This past month or so has just been a glitch and I'll be back to normal soon enough. I need you. I appreciate you. And I love you oh so much. 

Sullivan out.