Love

The Swedish pharmacy (yes: it’s a monopoly business in my country) had a campaign a few years ago about making-out. There where big posters with people well… making out. And it was saying things about how hugs and human touch makes the immune system better. More touching – less colds. They did mention that single people who did not have someone to snuggle with could go pay for a massage or have a heavy blanket when they sleep. It supposedly gave the same effect (yeah right!). I’ve also read some article about how people with low social activities take longer to recuperate from the flue. Well that’s a happy thought for you: you’re not just lonely with out friends, you are sicker as well. Maybe that’s nature’s way of weeding out the herd. Make sure those suckers with out friends or lovers get sick and die early so they don’t use too much of the Earth’s recourses! Scary!

I’ve been indulging myself with chick-lit lately. Swedish, British and American. They are all very much the same actually. Not the kind with Fabio half naked on the cover – but the more modern ones. I think that’s the kind of literature someone had a post card on PostSecret for: only reading when on vacation so no-one the person knew would find out. To some extent I understand why. None of the books have dazzled me with amazing sentences or new words, but they aren’t bad. I find them quite entertaining actually. And a lot of times they describe embarrassing things even I have done. Let’s hope not too many guys read these books and find out how some women are and think! I know I try to hide it ;-)

After OD’ing on all the above, I start to feel like that’s just a bunch of crap that marketing people and best selling authors come up with. You know: that love would be important. Cause it’s probably just a fiction of imagination. A way to keep flower-shops and jewellers in business. Until something happens.

One of my very dear friends – whom I refer to as “almost related” gave us a real scare this spring. To explain “almost related” I want to point out that at her wedding, my mom sat at the table with the bride and groom’s parents, and my sister and I sat right in front of the wedding couple at the same table as their coolest and nicest cousins! While at my “actually related” people: they don’t even bother to invite their aunt to their wedding. I shiver in disgust just thinking about it! Well, back to my friend:

To make a long and painful story very short: she was pregnant and then got the flue so bad it induced labor – right there at home with out any warning. The little premie and my friend were flown to the hospital in helicopter. She got blood poisoning and was put to sleep. Put to sleep for days that became weeks. Only five cases per year of this occur in Sweden. There is a high fatality risk, and what distinguish who will make it or not is the will to live. My sister and I visited her every week, afraid that it would be our goodbye to her. It really made all of us think about what we value in life and how short life can be. My friend made it and is home today. She will still be bedridden for a couple of months, but we are all so happy she is with us! And when my sister asked what made her survive this, she answered “my husband”. It was the love she and her husband have for each other that made her want to live.

I have nothing more to say.