
Being constipated for multiple days. The first time, a month ago, I obliged, and stayed with her the entire time. She was given a strong laxative but did not drink it because of the taste. The second time, last week, I asked her beforehand what was happening. Since it matched up with her last bout of colonic distress, I told her that the laxative can be diluted in water and did so. She said she would sip on it and have Gatorade to help with her severe dehydration. Later that night, she just—
Texted me “hospital,” which I guess was her way of asking to be driven. After explaining that an ambulance would be a better option, she conveniently no longer needed to go to the emergency room. She ended up calling an ambulance and getting help. Fast forward to today, where she asks me to get her a pack of cigarettes. I am busy with TA work and my own classes, and told her it was something she might be able to manage on her own. She then asked if any of my friends would be able to get her one.