Someone needs to add this to the guy's version that never was written of that book:

When the girlfriend you bought a car for, whose rent you've paid, who you bought a giant-ass fancy Bernina sewing machine for so that she could stop working at the gentleman's club and who you subsequently got a hernia for because she wanted the giant-ass fancy Bernina sewing machine moved, can't be bothered to show up to hang out with you before or after your hernia repair surgery, she's just not that into you. 

And your best friend who does show up and sticks around through the entire surgery and spends the night at your place to make sure you're OK and takes you back to the hospital in the morning because your catheter is blocked and is spending another night at your place to make sure everything is OK?  We've come so far with acceptance of gays that every doctor and nurse is going to automatically assume that he's your significant other and start asking him to make medical decisions for you and they're going to try to get him to learn to flush out your Foley and learn wound care for your testicle that's black and swollen to the size of a grapefruit.

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