Will-O dropped the kids off at the sitter's and then came home to wait for his band buddy to pick him up. We sat and talked for 20 minutes or so--which is sad to say but we have not had an uninterrupted conversation in MONTHS. (I do recall one in January.) We are on the go like all other couples with little ones--whatevs.
Will-O relayed a story about walking home late night (or wee early) in our old Chicago neighborhood. I usually have heard all of his stories (over and over and over), but his was a new one for me. He told how he was coming home from an after party following one of his shows. It was roughly 4am and no none else was on the street. All of a sudden he saw a guy on the opposite side of the street and though Will-O is typically not afraid of other males, he could tell that this guy was up to no good. The next thing he knew the dude was right behind him asking "Ya got any money?" Instead of feeling any tension, Will-O proclaims he felt a sense of calm and looked at the fellow straight in the eyes. (He had about $500 in his pocket as he had just played a show). Will-O said "For once I do have money. But I need it. If you need a little I can help you." Will-O went on to pull out a wad of cash (I know--dumb) and give this guy a ten dollar bill and then they started talking. Somehow they had a moment. As Will-O was talking to him as a real person he wished him better days soon. When Will-O next looked at his unlikely friend, there were tears streaming down the dude's cheeks. He then thanked Will-O and left. Heavy.
Worst Part of the Day-
Another long day at the office. I had an ICU patient in the ER--a very interesting case of a fit as a fiddle 53 year-old man who came in with extreme chest/back pain. And this was the real deal. They guy was pale as hell and vomiting and in obvious excruciating pain. A CAT scan showed a tear in his aortic valve which would need surgery immediately. Anyhoo, I was at his bedside for 3 hours straight giving meds, helping out diagnostic tests, assisting the OR team, talking to his family, etc. It was a big, critical deal! Whew. When he finally got shipped up to the OR, I thought for sure now I could eat and go to the bathroom. No such luck. I kept getting socked with more and more. Another day without food or drink. Such is the ER way, I suppose.
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