If it takes two hands

I like to say, "Don't carry a grudge. It's heavy and it doesn't have handles."

Carrying a grudge is different than just writing someone out of your life. Some people shouldn't be in your life and I've always thought that that's okay.
Some should be in your life, but aren't.

This whole thing with Kathy has me thinking about how cool people can be...
and on the opposite side, how petty.

Imagine if you and a friend had a falling out. Then add an accident. Would water under the bridge keep you from being friends again? Too deep to attempt? Dangerous undercurrents?

(I also like to say, "Not everyone waves their arms when they're drowning... There might not even be a drop of water in sight.")

I guess with all the people in the world, there isn't a strong argument for tolerating flaws. It's so easy to go from being willing to throw yourself in front of a train for your friend, to holding an eternal grudge.

If it slowed you down, if it gave you pause to think of those people, if you wondered what it would be like if they were still in your world... what would give then?

Friendships lost. Resentment. Would a good reason be stubbornness? Yours or theirs? Fear? Of what? Protecting someone? Who? Why? Would it be worth it?

Whoa! I'm off on a tangent. Let me regroup.

I think of the possible consequences if Kathy didn't have such great friends. It's the only way I let myself leave her when I go to work.
Right now she doesn't have time to curse the sky because she is never alone!
(I'm pretty sure if I had an accident, I would have time to rail in isolation).

I think I'm going to make a list of all my friends and make up to the ones I haven't been talking to...

chemical cocktails & crisp

Three different meds to take at nine. Add two others to that mix at five. Pain meds every four hours. Three of one kind, one of another at bed timetime. Vitamins, Calcium, DHEA, fish oil, some of Jessica's pear crisp and, twice a day, another shot of Fragmin (this latest one in the hip area).

If you know Kathy, you know she is very headstrong, so it won't surprise you to hear that
as I write this on Kathy's laptop, she is taking some of her own stitches out! We wouldn't let her do it yesterday. With all the people she knows in the medical community, you would think Kathy would just have one of her friends do it for her, but nooOOOoo! She won't wait.
Patience is at the bottom of her strong traits.

Kathy's attitude is good.  The house is quiet.  Kathy's cats missed her.  The boys are out.  Visitors are coming by later.  I have a job scheduled for this afternoon.  This is our time!  Right now!  Stop the stitches removal!  Stop blogging!  Exit, stage left!