"I need you to come over right now," she said and I turned off the flame under the pot on the cooktop, said goodbye to TBG and The Schnozz and I were on our way.
I did what needed to be done and stayed as long as I necessary and I reassured and comforted and then I came home to Douglas and a turkey sandwich and a warm feeling in my heart. It's nice to be needed.
I've spent the last 6 months being tended. I've been fed and driven and hugged and sheltered and cosseted and today I was able to do the same for a friend. It's nice to be on the other side of the equation.
It wasn't particularly convenient for me to leave when she called. I was in the middle of cooking dinner and I hadn't written this post and Big Cuter was going to call and none of it mattered because she needed me and I was able to respond. Had this happened two months ago I'd have been useless. I'd have listened and offered advice and a shoulder to sob on but getting up and actually helping would have been out of the question.
Tonight my body didn't get in the way of my desire. I was able to do what needed to be done. I could help a friend.
I'm well on my way to being fine.