My Run Buddy (my first running partner that no longer runs, but is still my one of my two best friends. She needs a new blog nickname, but I am too tired to think of something as creative as 'Run buddy') is in the hospital.
Run Buddy and me at the Nike Women's Marathon 2008. I was injured and had to walk/run and she stayed with me the whole day.
I have been there 10+ hours a day for the last two days. I am headed back there now. Well, as soon as I quit pissing and moaning here.
Us at her bachelorette party last summer. Her crazy party was her and I spending the weekend in Monterey and going to the Monterey Bay Aquarium. The 'Girls Gone Wild' crew followed us everywhere! Bastards.
Run buddy AFTER the Mermaid triathlon in 2008. I know, you are not supposed to be that damn adorable after a race!
She has had three MRI's and had a lumbar puncture yesterday for testing and to remove some CSF to relieve the pressure. I threw a mini fit when I could not go in with her. Then I stood guard at the door like some big goon. I heard one of the nurses say, referring to me, "I think that is the girlfriend. She looks scared and kind of pissed." (In their defense, I do sign into the visitor log as relationship to patient: Wife, just to fuck with the guard dude. Prop 8 can kiss my ass)
When she came out I started crying. She kept telling me it was not that bad and she was fine. She is handling it like a champ and I am a fucking basket case. WTF? What a great support crew I am.
Good news: She does not have a brain tumor.
Bad news: There is other scary stuff still on the table in terms of diagnosis.
Good news: She is feeling good besides some really fucked up symptoms (like blind spots and blue waves of light and flashes in her vision)
Bad news: SHE IS IN THE FUCKING HOSPITAL!
Anyhoo I need to get going I just needed to rant, since it all about me, and all.
It is official, 2010 can suck it.