Suddenly, thank you

Somebody whom I've grown to appreciate as a dear friend of late rang up at 11.20pm last night.

It was funny and a little freaky even, because I had just driven past her place.

She apologised in advance if she had woken me up from my sleep (Are you kidding me? The night is still young at 11.20pm!) or if the call had come in at an inappropriate hour.

I was like, "No... I'm good. What's up?"
"I just called to say...... thank you."

She proceeded to thank me for something I had done - which meant much to her (even though she couldn't tell me that face-to-face, she said). I was touched because I hadn't expected to be thanked. However, there was one problem. I wasn't sure if the suddenness of the call (and "thank you") was part of her being eccentric (she would kill me if she ever read my blog and stumbled upon this) or a secret signal for help. Or a suicide note.

I definitely watch too much CSI on TV. See what it does to your brain?

Or maybe she was dying somewhere...

Couldn't I have just taken her at her (last?) word?

Alarmed, I asked if she was OK. She insisted that she was (more than once) and that she was doing this because she couldn't bear to show me the sentimental side of herself in person. Said she was at home... it was after doing her chores, yada yada yada. Nevertheless, I found it so hard to believe her.

I pray that she will be all right.

(Edited: Found out some days later that she was actually at the hospital when she called.)