You have a lot of time to reflect when you are sitting on the side of the road waiting for assistance. The crazy thing is that, it wasn’t even my vehicle. Mine is still in the shop waiting on the new transmission. I rode with a friend into town, and like idiots, we ran out of gas. The strange thing is that I have never laughed so much, being stuck on the side of the road. This is also a girl that I have known for like 15 years. We lived together, back when her brother and I were “engaged”. That was when I was young, and in love, and stupid as hell. I left my Parent’s home at 17, but I still graduated high school. All these memories flood back when I am with her, another crazy thing is that when we lived together we hated each other. We fought constantly.
I’m going to see the Hematologist tomorrow instead of Thursday. Hopefully my hematocrit levels will be low enough that they wont want to do the whole thing. I really don’t want to get stuck by like three different needles tomorrow. Thank God, my Dad is taking me because I don’t know when in hell I am getting my Durango back.
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