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Guest — Tue, 04 Mar 2008 10:47:37 -0500

Hi Debbie I broke my foot last month and just got out of the cast yesterday and in NYC the last thing you need are crutches and a cast,people still push and shove on the subway,lol. Anyway feel free to email me if you need anything I know how hard it is,David.

Loved this piece!!

Guest — Tue, 04 Mar 2008 08:05:13 -0500

Amusing the way you tell it, but this happens to divorced women all the time. Thanks for discussing it in such interesting terms.

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Guest — Mon, 03 Mar 2008 22:01:46 -0500

Deb my lifelong friend and college roommate - I hope you are feeling better soon. If you are ever faced with this situation just know that you can ALWAYS call me - day or night...that's what friends are for! Love you, Lori

Brilliant! It made me laugh!

Guest — Mon, 03 Mar 2008 20:30:15 -0500

Brilliant! It made me laugh! I do hope you are feeling better. CM

Crack me up!!

Guest — Mon, 03 Mar 2008 20:05:00 -0500

I've been faced with the same question a few times over the last 10 days. I went from a sinus infection to a kidney infection to two broken bones in my foot. I put away a bottle of Benedryl in two days! Now I'm in a cast and feel like I've done nothing but stand in place in pivot for two days. Of course, running in circles is normal for me so, no big deal. I'm glad your attitude...and friends got you through and you are feeling better. The same is happening here! Cathy Meyer

Who You Gonna Call?

Debbie Nigro — Mon, 03 Mar 2008 17:01:13 -0500

I never get sick, but ever since New York turned into Fargo this month, I've been "dying" on and off with various versions of the flu, a sinus infection, some wacky virus, girly issues, etc., etc.

Each of these recent health episodes forced me to deal with the same awkward question on the doctor's office sign-in form: Who the hell is my emergency contact these days?

When you live with somebody, like it or not — tag — they're it! Husband, boyfriend, roommate, whoever.

But when you live alone or live alone with kids, you now have to decide who you want to "bother" if you're dying. Long nights on your couch alone in a fetal position also make you re-assess this question. Kids can only do so much and, truthfully, as long they see you're still breathing they really lose interest.

This week I had a bizarre allergic reaction to a prescription medication. No one seemed to be able to diagnose the problem, which kept worsening, till I finally landed in the emergency room yesterday morning and Dr. McFabulous figured it out and gave me the shot that I needed six days ago. WHEW!

In my lifetime I haven't whipped my clothes off for as many strangers as I did this week AND good thing this ended, too, because I was seriously running out of "matching sets."

But this blog is not about the time I spent frantically clicking on medical sites matching drug reaction symptoms, or the "almost" 911 call that I talked myself out of making for fear that I was imagining the heart attack, or the night I slept on the bathroom floor because I was so delirious from this so-called virus I couldn't stand up, or the daily trips to urgent care only to be sent home each time thinking I was nuts, or the Benedryl (gotta love it) that kept getting me beeped from behind at all the green lights.