So I sent an email to this woman I've dated a few times. She's someone I met online, and we share an appreciation for smart-assed humor, music, and live theater. We've attended a play together, the opera, and an evening of entirely forgettable improv comedy. The last item was our first night out -- my choice -- and yet she was willing to try a second time. Either she has a true appreciation for a good joke, essential to put up with me for any length of time, or she's just stubborn. Or some combination.
Anyhow, my email was an invitation to hear some jazz this evening at the most benign of the local places for that, and I expected a favorable response. I got bupkis. She's more of a phone person than an email person, but she's figured out by now that I'm very much the opposite, so she usually replies in short order. (And yes, I reciprocate by dialing the phone on occasion.)
Why the no-answer, I've been asking myself? Did she get pissed off or decide this thin soup of a relationship isn't worth the bother, but she didn't want the angst of the dismissal interview? Or what? I knew she had to travel for work this week, so maybe she just wasn't in touch? Thus my mind did run, concocting and evaluating explanations, until I broke down & called.
Poor woman sounded effing *awful* and explained that she'd been admitted to the hospital Tuesday, so she'd not even seen my note. Four days in medical incarceration, and she's maybe stuck there through the weekend. Some vague digestive ailment, the details of which she thoughtfully spared me. I'ma send some flowers, but dang. This is an amazingly healthy person -- fit & athletic. It's kind of upsetting when anyone suddenly gets dragged into the protective custody of the damn nurses, but most especially someone who's actively taking good care of herself.
I was somewhat pleased that she felt well enough to tease me a little about my fussing over 36 hours under the doctors' thumb in September, when she's had it so much worse.