I could’ve done without today for many reasons. One being, I almost died again. If you didn’t hear about the first time, go back a few blogs, it’s there.
Needless to say, I called my best friend, my confidant, my therapist, my partner in crime…Jen.
“You are not going to believe what happened!”
“What? Did you try to exfoliate and shave your eyebrows off again?!”
God no. I learned my lesson on that one. Never exfoliate with a razor in the shower because something bad is bound to happen like losing an eyebrow or two.
“I almost passed out in the fricken grocery store. My blood sugar, again.”
Long story short, I didn’t eat, went to the busiest grocery store this side of the Mississippi and almost passed out in line. The “significant other” was somewhere scratching lotto tickets as I began to wobble in the checkout lane. I made it out, ate some jelly packets that I had stolen from a recent restaurant visit and felt better. The “significant other” had to deal the wrath of a very hungry, irritated, not to mention hot, woman that was ready to morph into a beast of some sort.
Jen listened, the way she always does. Pointing out the comedic aspects as well as what to do in case a future hypoglycemic attack comes on because like a million other things we have in common, she also has low blood sugar at times.
“If you need to carry a goddam lunch pail, that’s what you do!”
So, tomorrow I am headed to Wal-Mart to find a “lunch pail”.
There was a time that I didn’t have Jen and her infinite wisdom in my life.
For those that read our B-303 series, know that we had a falling out about 2002ish when I left the apartment and never looked back.
Until I found out I was pregnant with my daughter.
Jen was the first one I told.
It didn’t matter that we hadn’t talked in months or that we had differences of opinion on her then current relationship. That all didn’t matter because I needed my best friend at that moment and she was there.
Fast forward to 2004. I had moved to Eastern Washington when I was about 6 months pregnant with my son, Jen was about 3 months pregnant with Gracie. Because of both of us dealing with complex life issues, we didn’t talk for months. Yet, when I came out of my surgery from my C-section, guess who was there…Jen.
People come in and out of our lives, with no real rhyme or reason.
Some come back to reconnect, just like Jen and I did a million years ago, and some come back because a certain best friend decided on a straight vodka night to friend request them on Facebook.
I have qualms about the latter, but I will save that for another blog.
Most recently, I have had someone from the past come back into my life after many years. I was both happy yet on guard because you never know people’s ulterior motives. I watch Dateline and the ID channel. Knowing my luck, I would reconnect with someone and end up swimming with the fishes.
Despite my initial hesitation, I have been pleasantly surprised at getting to reconnect with this person.
I have found that with someone people, no matter how complicated the history, it is as if no time has passed.
Just as with life, I don’t know if this person will stay or go at some point, but as with all people that have come and gone, an imprint of them will always remain in who I am.
Time changes everything and nothing.
Just like time has changed both Jen and me as individuals, however, time will never change the friendship we’ve shared for the last 17 years.