emergency room

tonight, the mexican and i...let's call him javier. because that's his name.

anyway, tonight javier and i were texting about possible weekend plans, when he mentioned that he was in a lot of pain.  apparently he had hurt his back playing tennis, and the pain had gotten progressively worse.

during the course of our conversation, i had the sense that it was continuing to escalate, and having intimate familiarity with back pain, i offered several helpful tips.  he'd already tried a few of them, with no luck.

i could tell he was becoming increasingly uncomfortable, but not knowing that he was approaching his pain tolerance limit, i mentioned a strange back tweak i experienced last year.  i had to be on a plane for several hours the following day and i was having a difficult time breathing, so i visited urgent care.  the doctor gave me a cortisone shot and about 5 minutes later, it was like nothing had ever happened.

apparently that appealed to him immensely, and he told me he was going to figure out where he could go.

about an hour later, he texted again to ask if i might be able to come pick him up at the er, since the doctor wouldn't give him meds without a 'sober' driver to make sure he got home safely.

he offered to buy me dinner 'next time'.  when i reminded him that he bought me dinner last time, he said that he wouldn't make me share my dessert next time (which, btw, was so big that even the two of us working on it together couldn't finish it).  still. very appealing.  and, after he told me i was an angel, i finally conceded.;)

so, what do you think?  can i consider this a second date?

alright, i know it's a stretch, but there's something in my warped little brain thinks it would be kind of a funny story to tell down the line.  first date, dinner. second date, er.

it's kind of endearing, isn't it?

epilogue: the meds worked like a dream. he is a happy (read = loopy) and pain-free man at the moment.