Tit for Tat

Here’s how it works:  YOU are in psychological crisis late at night so YOU go to an ER and ask for help.  The medical professionals do their job to check you medically, then they call in for reinforcements for the mental health “touchy feely” stuff that they hate. 

Enter ME. 

*I* receive the call, and then get ready to come see YOU.  And by “get ready” I mean the following occurs: I call my boss for clarification on an issue having to do with you, I call the afore-mentioned medical professionals to appraise them of what the boss and I discussed, I get dressed, and I put on my game face.  This includes applying not only my foundation, powder, and eye shadow, but my mascara, which, frankly, is a pain in the…well…eye.  Potentially.  Earrings? Check.  Fluffed hair? Check.    

Let’s be clear here: Once I adorn the make-up and heels and I walk out that front door, I’m ready.  No matter the time. No matter the situation. Bring. It. 

YOUR job is then to stay put and wait for me.  There’re none of these psychological warfare ploys  allowed wherein you let me get ready, walk out the front door, get in my car, begin my drive and then you leave the ER  against medical advice.  ->