Apparently, I have a flair for dramatics. When I was recently explaining to my friend Sandra why I was walking with a limp, she just rolled her eyes at me "You are such a drama queen". Usually I would take offence, but I take Sandra's opinions pretty seriously. So she got me thinking ... Am I a drama queen.
The story of the 2 plasters:
I was making supper whilst my boyfriend was having a nap on the couch, and decided to add some grated carrot for flavour. The carrot slipped, and well ... next thing I know I have 4 cuts on 2 of my fingers. I screamed out but got no response my boyfriend. I went hunting for plasters, making as big a racket as I could ... still no response. That's right, he managed to sleep through my entire injury. Eventually my tortured noises woke him up and he helped me find some plasters. But the sympathy was rather lacking. Sandra just told me I was a drama queen. Even when I told her "What if I had been stabbed and he slept through the whole thing?" ... "Drama Queen" was her only response.
The story of the limp:
A couple nights later I walked into a chair and hit my knee. Hard. This time he was awake and witnessed the whole thing. I kind of collapsed on the floor. He kind of stared at me like I was a nutcase. The next day I was telling Sandra about it ... "I can just imagine it" she said, "You are such a drama queen". There was absolutely no sympathy. Even with the limp.
I knew next time I injured myself, it would have to be big if I was to get any sympathy.
The story of the train:
Two days ago, whilst taking the train home, I suddenly started feeling weird. I blacked out and when I came to I was sitting on the train floor. I tried to get off at my stop and blacked out again whilst I was walking off. Some good Samaritans had apparently helped to carry me off and sat with me whilst I regained my composure. Although I still could't get up, they sat with me at the train station until I called for help. My boyfriend called our neighbour to come fetch me, another good Samaritan because really, how many neighbours still go out of their way to help you these days. And my friend Verenique kept tabs on me whilst I waited for my neighbour, and whilst I was sitting in the waiting room at the doctor and the next day. For once, I got loads of attention and lots of sympathy ... although to be honest, I wish I could just have had a quiet evening at home. As the doctor at the hospital hooked me up to a drip, I just kept thinking: If Sandra could see me now, she would agree: I do have a flair for the dramatics.
She hasn't actually called me a drama queen yet ... but I am sure that after a reasonable time has passed, she will start to make fun of me again. She loves to keep me grounded and I love her for it.
A shout out:
So here is my first ever shout out: Here is to good Samaritans, good neighbours and good friends. People do still care about helping out strangers, helping out neighbours and standing by their friends in their time of need. And here is to my boyfriend, who dropped everything and rushed out to help me when I truly needed it.
Although I don't even know who the strangers were who helped me, and I can't remember their faces, I will always remember their good deed and hopefully one day soon I will pay it forward.
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