as children we will do "anything" for our friends; stay up the entire night, eat a whole box of betty crocker brownie mix, and hold each other's hair out of the toilet bowl when brownie bile is resurrected at 3am. as adults, we will (conditionally) do the same thing (there is no such thing as being too old for cake mix) depending on how much the co-dependency levels are fluctuating.
i empathize with the resistance to making an office co-payment, but a recent discussion heard one (straight) (and married) acquaintance sharing how she had engaged in ways that only a gynecologist should. as the subject or object of this particular "i have a tampon that has been stuck inside for over a week, and i'm in pain, and i cant get it out, will you please come over and help me" scenario, i think i may have feigned a flat tyre/herpes of the finger/newly discovered lesbian tendencies.
i have interupted my sleep to do an airport run at 4am. it was even a close friend.