Blood Before Boys

I made two separate attempts to have impromptu debriefing sessions with my girlfriends yesterday. I was particularly looking for some input regarding my dating conflama.

Yes- I wanted to talk about a boy. So sue me!

Anyway, my first attempt was made pretty early in the morning. Before 9. Which is an ungodly hour for me on a Sunday, but not for my friend Jessica. So I called her, got her voice mail, and left a message.

Hours later, she called me back. "I'm sorry it's taken me so long to call you back, I've been at the emergency room all morning."

Oh my! She fills me in on the details of her troubles. Lots of pain involved, healing needed, interruptions to her life for at least the next several days. And she was on some sort of pain medication as she spoke to me.

"So what did you need to talk to me about?"

Um. Never mind. For some reason, it didn't really seem like the right time to talk about my silly issues.

My next attempt for a debriefing session came much later, in the early evening. I called my friend Marlene. She answers on the first ring "Oh! I thought you were my friend the nurse calling me back. I just dropped a huge knife on my foot and it has a really deep cut that won't stop bleeding. Do you think I should go to the emergency room?"

"OMG- yeah! Of course! Go take care of your injury!"

"By the way, what were you calling about?"

"Well...I think your drama trumps mine. Just go take care of yourself!"

So as I said in the title: blood before boys. Every time.