Bonny, I may be a Californian by choice, but something like this brings out the NYer in me. I'm sorry, but this is BS. This is contact a lawyer time. Seriously. If they don't call in the morning, and start putting things right, then you need to call a lawyer. You have medical bills, if your arms are that mangled, I suspect work will be difficult, that will be loss of income. If you can't cook, then you have expenses for take-away food. And then pain & suffering. I dunno what you can go after, I'm no lawyer, but, "you are a real sport" and abandoning you? That's Bullshit.
FWIW, omnis, you're a really good trade for not-dead-guy.
Definitely a step up!
Aw shucks. y'all making me blush.
Good GRIEF, bonny! I am nodding at what everyone else has said.
I found this place on Table Talk over on Salon. You people have been a lifeline for me over the years.
November 2006 is when I first posted. And there is a typo in it. ::sigh:: Six and a half years.
Bonny, what everyone else has already said. She's a pitiful example of a friend, if she couldn't see what you had done for her dog, and what sort of shape you're in. I'm so sorry. You deserve so much better than this. Poor Cagney. Is there anyone you can call in the morning to help you give him a bath? Or bathe him for you? If I was within 100 miles... well, I'm not. But I wish I was. And I'm sending you all the positive energy and good, fast healing thoughts I can.
I'm a dinosaur. I go all the way back to the motherthread on TableTalk. June 2, 99. (It's in my preferences. My memory's not that good)
Aims, I've been the beneficiary of Buffista love and spirit, and it is amazing.
I delurked in 2001, but had lurked on TT before the WX migration.
Good times.
ridiculous , bonny.
I know it was season two - but I had to read all the threads on TT before I could say anything...
I definitely first joined the thread on TT but I don't recall when it was. Probably 2000 or 2001. I do recall getting grilled--nicely!--by msbelle.
I'm way behind!
Aims, my senior year in college my tuition was raised between semesters. My mom's oldest friend, my Aunt Connie, cut me a check. I'd been putting myself through school. Hell, I'm STILL paying for school. It was the difference between my life being upended and not. It was the difference between having family with money and not. Connie's only condition was that I do likewise when I could. I'm not the only one here with an Aunt Connie story. We're all carrying a debt like this and I'm certainly not clearing mine with what I'm chipping in... but maybe its a debt we never "clear". Maybe it's an honor to carry it. Maybe it's a trust. Maybe you get to pay it back forever as much as you can.
bonny,
(late to the party, I was traveling and then had dinner and had to do my hair!)
fuck this shit. I want you to sue. I want you to be on people's court and I want you to get pain and suffering. I want vengeance and justice.
hugs and support no matter what you decide, but know I'm pissed on your behalf. your friend is getting West Coast angry vibes and the shaking of fists.
