Well, she spent from 9:30 till 6:00 in the hospital, all to find out that she has inflamed cartilage in her sternum, which occasionally makes it a bit harder to breathe. A good part of the reason she spent that much time there was because just after she got into isolation, a bunch of ambulances arrived and she got pushed back. The condition is minor, chronic, and permanent, and likely stress related. Basically, they told her to take an Advil a day, and it would be easier to breathe.
I had a lot more to say here, but I was just beginning to ramble. I came off sounding like an ass because I've been around here, and I know that although she was breathing a bit hard, if it could last as long as it did without being addressed, it could likely wait another day or so. I was frustrated. I was concerned for her. It really bothered me that I got no warning until she was already in the hospital, and that had been there for hours.
I think part of what bothered me is that I was essentially treated like I had nothing to do with it, even though I'm her boyfriend. And of all days to have wasted, it was our anniversary. We don't usually make a big deal of anniversaries, but we do plan to spend time together on them; and having that interrupted by someone who has only been her friend for the time she's been in college kinda bothered me. Yes, that's kinda petty, but it's the truth.
I haven't talked to her friend yet, and if I do, I'm not gonna be a dick. I still feel better knowing what the problem is. I just wish It could have happened on a different day.
