I've felt like dirt all day and was getting ready to go to bed early...but, no, the phone rings. It's my friend Randy and he sounded "very" upset. All he would say is I need you to come over right now. He wouldn't tell me what was wrong, but I could tell by the tone of his voice that there was some big problem brewing.
Ok, put on some clothes, grab some money, pick up my smokes, get the cell phone and head out the door.
Apparently Randy had cut his hand on some glass and it wasn't a pretty site. In my mind there was no doubt that we needed some expert medical attention and we needed it soon.
Randy, being a typical man, wanted to wait until the morning, but me being a typical woman.....NO WAY.
It amazes me that all of the PrimaCare facilities are closed when you really need them. One would think that there would be at least one that was open late, but that airn't ahappening.
It was off to the emergency room at the hospital and 4 hours later I'm dragging my weary bones back home.
Randy thanked me over and over again, but I told him "that's what friends are for".....now I'm home and going to bed.
Good night one and all and good night Randy.
