Fun Conversations With Becky - Nurse and Best Friend

Me: I want to tell you something, but I don't want you to freak out.

Becky: Great.

Me: A few days ago, I was carrying a bag that was heavy. Not too heavy. I wouldn't want my little hernia to pop out because they'd have to repair it surgically and that would f*ck up my brand new belly.

Becky: God forbid.

Me: Exactly. Anyway, the bag didn't feel too heavy, but when I got undressed that night there were large purple bruises along my shoulders, you know, where my bra straps are...like where I'd been carrying the bag.

Becky: How big?

Me: Big enough. Like bruises only more purple and weird looking.

Becky: Pools of blood inside. This is because you have ITP.

Me: Right.

Becky: How long did the bruises last?

Me: They're fading now. About five days.

Becky: Shit. You better call the Hot Hematologist.

Me: There's nothing he can do. There's nothing I can do. What's the point? Have him say, "Call me if you get headaches. Could mean a brain hemorrage." Who wants that going into the weekend?

Becky: He's your doctor and needs to know. Call him.

Me: Moving on. Last night the boys had another baseball game. We didn't get out of there until 8:30pm.

Becky: Sounds like loads of fun.

Me: I know. But can I tell you something? Don't let it get out, but I'm actually enjoying these games. Watching the boys have a good time out there is fun. I know it's going to sound corny, but going to the ballpark is sort of all-American and hearing the crack of a bat and parents cheering is heartwarming. Everyone is laughing, there is a cool breeze. I kinda like it.

Becky: You are bleeding in the head.

Me: Relax. I bring my laptop and get work done at the same time.

Becky: Thank God. Maybe you'll be okay after all.

Me: Told you.

Becky: Kate?

Me: Yeah?

Becky: Call your doctor.