I remember the day we got our Chinese desk from Hong Kong. We ordered it while we were in Hong Kong and it got to our home about 2 months later. It came in two big crates. It was placed in the garage by the delivery service, and Paul and I unpacked it when he got home. We had to use a crow bar to pry the wood frame apart. As usual I wasn't wearing shoes and in no uncertain terms was sent inside to put on a pair of shoes, because "You don't know where these nails are coming from". I put on a pair of heavy sneakers, and as I was going over to pick up the wood that was coming off of the crate I stepped on a very long nail. It went into my foot quick and fast, and I didn't feel it until it was well into my foot. It never really hurt. We pulled it out through the sneaker, and then looked at my foot. It went in a good way, but I hardly had any pain and little blood. At Paul's insistence I called the doctor, and the doctor told the nurse to tell me he was still open to come right in - not to wait until tomorrow as I wanted to do. I thought this was silly, but it was easier to do this than listen to Paul. When I saw the Doctor I inquired about the urgency of the visit. He was concerned about a bone infection. He was less concerned about the nail coming from China than he was about it going through my sneaker. He gave me a tetanus shot and antibiotics, and explained that if the nail had reached a bone and infected it - it would be very difficult to get rid of the infection and would take a long time to heal.
That is how a close friendship that goes bad feels. Once the initial hurt has lessened it still takes a long time for the wound to heal. Like a physical wound it leaves its unsightly scabs then eventually forms a scar.
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