Do not be alarmed. The bears were already dead when I got there.
Saturday was a long, sucky day. I had not heard from SP since lunchtime on Friday, when he told me he was back in the hospital due to blood pressure and O2 issues. So I spent Saturday running around Spokane with my friend Jackie, with a furtive glance at my phone every 15 minutes. When I call or text, he almost never answers anymore; he's on a lot of drugs. This puts me in a position of having to wait for contact, and being completely out of control like that is a LITTLE out of my comfort zone. Let me just say, THANK GOD for Jackie taking me out of town, because if I would have been home all day Saturday, I would have been involuntarily committed to an insane asylum by dinnertime.
So finally, at 7:33 p.m., my phone vibrates and I see this flash across the screen: "icu. near coma." I immediately started dialing, but whenever he answered, all I got was static. Evidently there's no cell service in the intensive care ward. I was actually driving home and thinking - is this it? Is this my last conversation with SP? By a fucking TEXT MESSAGE?
I texted him and begged him not to leave me yet. I didn't hear anything for the rest of the night. I shot off a novel's worth of texts to Alex, who about 30 seconds ago just told me he didn't get any of them until 3:30 a.m. Again, THANK GOD, at 10:30 last night TG called me and we talked for over an hour. Actually, I didn't really talk much; I just sort of sobbed and he just pretty much sat there and listened to me do it. TG and I don't talk much anymore, he doesn't know all the details about my life and my relationship with SP, but you know what - sometimes you don't need to know. Sometimes all you need to do is sit on the other end of a phone and listen to your ex-girlfriend cry, and that's enough. And for me - it was enough.
At 3:58 a.m., I got this from SP: "luv u".
It was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
I was able to talk to SP this morning, as he's been transferred out of ICU and now has cell service again. He asked for a dirty picture, I sent him my Cabela's picture and told him that I was naked, but since his vision is getting so bad, he probably couldn't tell. His response - "nice vag." That's my SP.
So it's now Sunday. I wonder what will happen today.