22.2.12

He's the only friend who ever peed in a cup for me



Nick was my friend. I was an idiot for letting petty disagreements get in the way of our friendship, and completely lost contact with him - even being childish and deleting him from my Facebook friends. Which, in retrospect, was stupid and pathetic, considering that he was one of the people who was there for me in one of my darkest phases, when I just needed a friend the most. He'd stay up with me when I was sick. He once skipped Streetlight to watch A Little Princess with me after taking all my sharp objects from me, so that I not only couldn't cut myself but so that I would have a friend. He helped me lobby for the back surgery I so badly needed and he was there (along with other friends, but this post is about Nick :P) when I was having medical drama. He helped me process some things, and showed me God in a way I hadn't seen him until that point. We enjoyed watching Scrubs on random nights for no reason other than, well, we felt like it! Thanks, buddy, for introducing me to the awesomeness that is Scrubs.

I'm bitter and angry about myself for the way things played out, and  I suppose I need to let that go. I'm sorry, Nick, for being a stubborn idiot. I don't think that you were right in that series of three slightly heated convos, but Lord knows I wasn't fully right either. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for being such a buttmuffin.

But all and all - Nick was the only friend who ever peed in a cup for me. Out of context, that's a really awkward quote. It was June of 2010, and I was living in the hotel-turned-dorm at Northwestern. It was previous to my gluten intolerance being diagnosed, and I was incredibly sick. Nick gave me a ride to the University of Minnesota Medical Center ER and stayed with me (well, on my computer. I later hijacked his Facebook status *grin*. Buddy, you never did learn to log out on my computer :P) during it. Problem: they demanded a urine sample and wouldn't leave until I gave them one. Problem 2: I don't pee on demand. Solution: Nick takes the cup out my hand, goes into the bathroom, and PEES IN THE FRICK-FRAKING CUP FOR ME. Me: "O.O NICK YOU CAN'T DO THAT!" Nick: "I just did." He then goes and hands the cup to the nurse. "Here, she went." Me: "NICOLAS!" After the nurse left, he turns to me and asked me if they could tell he was a boy from his urine and if they'd find me. Me: "Um, not sure?" We were very relieved, let me tell you, when the nurse came back and announced I wasn't with child. Naw, really?

The funny part? The next day I got a phone call from the hospital, telling me that my urine sample showed a kidney infection and to see my primary doctor. Me: "Um...". That was an awkward text to Nick, let me tell you.

I don't think that Nick peeing in the cup was the right thing, and I do feel kind of bad about it. But, how many people can say someone would pee in a cup for them?

I'm sorry I was an idiot, Nick. I'm sorry that I let our friendship fall due to my stubbornness and slightly idiotic streak. I'm sorry that I wasn't there for you the way you were there for me. You were one of the few people who truly understand my medical stuff as while not all our disorders were the same, we had many similar ones. I wish I could have shared with you stories of my surgery recovery. I wish you could have seen my morphine-ridden poetry that I wrote post op. I wish we could have traded spinal fusion/back rod stories. I'm sure we will one day in Heaven. I'm sure it'll happen one day - on that glorious day when we ALL are without our bodily pain and we can celebrate in that freedom together at last.

I love you.

Every lament is a love song,
yesterday, yesterday,
I still can't believe you're gone
Every lament is a love song,
yesterday, yesterday,
So long, my friend, so long. 
-Switchfoot

1 replies ^_^:

CJ Luck said...

Great post, Angelique. I echo many of your sentiments about Nick as well. He changed my life, and showed me many things about God in ways no one else had. I too didn't give him the credit he deserved, and him and I fought more than we should have. What a wondrous day it will be when we can see him again.

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