My birthday 2 days ago turned into a nightmare, but not mine. I carpool to band practice picking someone up each week. I went to pick her up and she looked like she had just woke up. She said she was sick and wasn't going. She gave told me to get her music and take it to practice. I got to worrying about her unusual behavior and called her after practice. She was incoherent. I went to her apartment and found that she had been lying/sitting on the sofa for at least 24 hrs without getting up. I commanded her to stand up which she did without difficulty, but her brain wasn't working right.
I decided to drive her to the ER rather than call an ambulance because she is beyond dirt poor. She was in early septic shock. I stayed at the hospital until it was clear she was going to be OK.
She's sees me as a friend and yet I don't see her as a friend. She uses people around her, makes poor decisions, and makes no effort to take care of herself. She is morbidly obese. She has a master's degree but works 3rd shift at Walmart.
I saved her life but I'm embarrassed to be around her. We are connected by the carpool to band. I'm at a quandary as she needs help, has little family (53 years old, only child, parents deceased), and I don't want to keep giving her help. What a strange position to be in.
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