Lube Job

Lube Job
Yesterday I spent the morning with my friend,. the friend who uses me as her service dog. It’s a good thing that she did. It was her first appointment to see her cancer doctor at Ruby Memorial Hospital in Morgantown, West Virginia. Most times I go along to keep her ccompany and to drive back if she should have a problem. We started out okay. As is her custom, she stops at Sheets for something to drink and a cup of ice cubes. When sh returned to her truck, she was very pale and looked confused. She climbed into the cab and sat there for several minutes. I asked if she was okay and the only response was that she didn’t feel right. Finally she said, “Can you drive?”
We exchanged places and I asked if she wanted to go to the hospital? She said “No.”
My friend is very bull-headed and she would want to keep an appointment even if I had to drag her dead body into the doctor’s office for him to examine. So off we went. She sat quietly sipping a soft drink. After about ten minutes, sha asked, “Do I look any better?” Her color had reurned and she said that she was feeling better. She explained that her morning blood sugar was slightly elevated and she had taken a higher dose and that was affecting her drop in her blood sugar. Drinking the root beer alleciated much of the problem. I’m a slower driver and she was worried about being late. Later in West Virginia, she said that she was able to drive and again we changed places. We pulled into the parking lot with only a few minutes to spare.
Inside they checked her blood sugar and it remained a little low, but came back up after orange juice and Graham crackers. When her evaluation was over, we drove back home, stopping for lunch. She wanted Wendy’s so Wendy’s it was. I usually eat light for lunch and ordered a Dave’s Double hamburger and a drink at the Uniontown, Wendys. Let me preface this next park by saying I’ve eaten not so great burgers before, but this was the very most greasy hamburger that I’ve ever eaten in my life. The inside of the wrapper and the outside of the bun was oily and the meat had an old oil flavor to it.
Now I wish that I’d have said something, but I didn’t and I don’t need my insides will ever need to be lubricated… EVER. P.S. Later that day the stale oily taste reappeared many times.