
Then we fried some sausages for lunch and made hotdogs with them, after which we reluctantly started to pack up, Liz more in a hurry than me, as her bottle of red was empty, and five o'clock was creeping up on us!

Liz's astma had got really bad over the past weeks, but I was losing sympathy with her, as after the doctors had stressed that she had to let go of her love for red wine and cigarettes, she still overindulged as much as before.Once when I decided to show her an article of the effect red wine had on people with astma, she got quite hysterical, and shouted at me to take it away, as she was NOT interested, and would I please leave her house along with my stupid article. When I said that as her friend I cared about her worsening astma attacks,she hotly told me that if ever I should bring her such a lying article again, she would cut me out of her life! She was the strangest person, but I never took her another article, and we stayed firm friends.
One morning at about four I was rudely woken up by my phone ringing, and it was Liz, and although I could not make out a word she was saying, I realized that she was in trouble, so I crept downstairs to put off the alarm before sprinting over to see what was wrong. I found her standing in her bathroom, her eyes wild, her breathing harsh, and her whole body trembling! I knew that she was in the pub that night, and knowing how people ply you with drink, I was sure that too much red wine had triggered the astma, after which she as always got a panic attack! Had a bally fright on seeing her, and not knowing what to do, I phoned Hanna, who came over immediately, and phoned the paramedics.
She was treated by the paramedics who put her on a drip, and it was not long before she started breathing easier, and the time now almost seven, I said that I would take her to the doctor later, before I left to do the prep for breakfast.
Joe agreed that I could take her after I had done breakfast, and we set out at about ten, Liz looking like death warmed up!
She was with the doctor quite a long time, and came back with a new astma pump, perked up miraculously after inhaling deeply on the fumes, and then opened her handbag and took out her cigarettes and lighter. I had ENOUGH! After all the night's drama, I got so upset that I pulled off the road and told her that if she lit that thing, I would push her out of the car, and then she could make her own way home. She had never seen me so cross, as I am quite a calm person, but this time I just flipped.
She then put the cigarettes back in her purse, and told me that she would comply with my wishes but that in future I would not be welcome in her house, as I was a heartless bitch! I just laughed softly for I scored a point that I never thought I would, that being her putting away the ciggies!
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