So my dearest little Lollipop (the friend formerly known as Beaner) has really done it this time.  After taking two Advils, she began throwing up a dark fluid, promptly identified as blood, Wednesday night/Thursday morning.  Her boyfriend, the Terrorist, was actually responsible and took her to the hospital where she was admitted.  He called me yesterday morning to tell me the story and that she was in the hospital.  When I called her, she told me she was leaving the hospital because some orderly was being nasty and rude to her.  I told her to stay put and I would be there as soon as I could to deal with this person.

So when I got there, X had already dealt with it, so instead Lollipop and I had a long discussion about why she was in there.  I have my money on stress.  She thinks it was Chinese food and wants to leave.  The thing is… blood does not pour out of your body for no good reason… specifically it will not come out in your vomit unless you have a GI bleed… aka internal bleeding.  This is bad.  This is not something you could walk out of the hospital with.  The whole episode… sadly… reminded me of the whole Britney Spears drama.

There are times when you just need to stop and listen to what other people are saying.  I’m not saying you need to like what they are saying, agree with what they are saying, but you need to listen.  Walking out of a hospital while internally bleeding is not something you should do.  Walking out of a hospital after being hauled in under restraints is not something you should do.  Nor should anyone allow you.  However, we do live in a free country… which means you have the freedom to be stupid.  So once again… yes… I meddled.

Forty dollars worth of magazines, chocolate, and a copy of Chicken Soup For The Romantic Soul later… and she was calmer and okay with getting an endoscopy done.  The doctors don’t see anymore bleeding… but they’re keeping her overnight for evaluation.  As we watched Grey’s Anatomy last night… she told me why she was stressing so much.  I told her she needs to relax and live… she’s young… too young for this to be happening.  She’ll be fine this time… but I just wish she would listen so that there doesn’t have to be a next time.

I know there’ll be a next time.  I know it’ll be for the same stupid reason too.

Bottom line: Boys are not worth stressing over.