Today is going to be an exceptionally long day. At 11pm my phone started playing "Amarillo Sky". The line "he takes the tractor another round" is the assigned ringtone for my old farmer friend and when he calls this late at night it can only mean one thing; that he is at the hospital.
He had called for an ambulance to transport him to Chelsea hospital, a 40 mile trip for me, as he was experiencing severe neck pain that extended into his shoulder and arm. I knew immediately ff that he had strain himself while working on his lawn tractor last Sunday. After several hours of poking and prodding, the ER staff came up with the same diagnosis and sent him home.
It almost 5am before I returned home. Just in time to start the coffee and my day. I've got a 8am doctor's appointment for myself so trying to catch a little sleep this morning isn't possible. There is no way would I want nor would I allow him to be at the hospital alone. He kept apologizing for having called me but I assured him that the loss of a little sleep was small price for our friendship.
The old saying "To have a friend you must be one" is something I've always tried to live by, and I feel that it pays me in dividends.