Anxious
Today was crazy. I went to bed last night (this morning) at 6AM. Two hours later I get a phone call from Mara. She's at Starbucks enjoying a coffee and waiting for work. This is expected, I asked her to call me. A few hours later I get a phone call, "I'm actually getting off work early, and I'm not feeling very good." I was tired, agreed to pick her up earlier, and promptly fell asleep. Just an hour later I get another call, "My heart hurts, my arm is numb, I'm sweating, and I need you to pick me up and take me to the doctors."

I don't think I've ever run faster. I threw on such a mishmash of clothes not caring how shitty they smelled. I nearly fell down the stairs before leaping from my door all the way into my car. I violated nearly every traffic law in existence to make the 30 minute drive to her work any number of minutes shorter I could.

You don't know how much you need something until you feel like you're about to lose it.

To make a long sotry short, the jerk only had an anxiety attack, and afterwards we went to my house, did couplyish things, and ate MacNCheese.

I love that tard.