Liked the flavour

December 2002

By the time I left the hospital, it was late into the afternoon. When I switched on my phone, there were several voicemails waiting for me. This was quite unusual on a Saturday afternoon, so I sat in the car and listened to them all.

'Honey, where are you? Call me back, let me know you are safe.'
'Honey, so worried about you, please call me'
'Honey, please call, so worried already, never had this feeling before, I need to hear your voice'

The others were similar, so I called her straight away. It was cold in the car, and my jacket was rather thin, but I sat there for the next hour talking to Maggie.

'Hey babe, it's ok. I've seen a doctor, he says I am not in any danger.' I went on to explain that the x-ray showed that I did have a blood clot, and that I would require three to four months of medication. Since the clot was in the lower part of my leg, the doctor said, it was not particularly dangerous.

'Oh honey, I never felt so worried before, so this is true love, never did I worry about someone so much'

Her words made me feel so much better. That knowledge that someone could be so worried, and care so much, about me. It was a real lift. To think that she had been sat at home; frantically trying to call me. That she couldn't concentrate on anything else, until she heard my voice. I loved the feeling that gave me; it was my high, my drug.

Is that where is started?

That unfortunate day, whilst in so much pain and almost unable to walk, I got my first taste of how strong Maggie's love could be. And I must admit I really liked the flavour.