It's been an interesting couple of days.
Wednesday, presentation thing for work, which was new and different...always good. Got a letter from a head-hunter, interesting. Got a couple thumb-drives from a customer, more than I was expecting, which was amusing. Friend/sorta-coworker that I haven't seen in years shows up in my cube, to say hi, which was awesome. Got a call from the doc, got my results and set up the surgery appointment, which was a major relief. Went out drinking that evening with said friend, which was seriously happy-making.
Yesterday, went to get my paperwork from the doctor, which included instructions not to take any more pain-killers till the surgery. Oh, and I have to have someone take care of me for 24 hours. Oh and they don't know what drugs they can give me post-op because I react badly to the ones they generally give. Panic-inducing, and making me miss my ex-husband for the first time ever. Fuck. Boy tries to calm me, which was very sweet, but largely ineffective. I spend most of the rest of the day at work, crying silently in my cube while I work. Rad. Get calls every few minutes from the hospital, Mr. Ex, parents, etc. sorting out the details for the surgery next week.
The call from Mr. Ex was particularly interesting: His new fiance has moved out to live with him, and has offered a way out of his financial difficulties - she'll stay home and take care of everything. Fix his finances, cook his food, do his laundry, all that jazz. And ya know, I think it'll actually work. She has the wherewithal and desire to actually do that, which I did not. More power to her! And congratulations to the both of them. As I was telling him about the surgery, I had to talk him out of flying out to take care of me. And then it was as if a veil had been lifted from my eyes.
What is a boyfriend? Someone who will put me before anything. I always knew, no matter what, I came first. Before his work, his friends, his family, himself. If he saw that I needed something, he would do absolutely anything in his power to do it. (The word "saw" being a fairly important one in the end, however) Now, I'm not an unreasonable girl, I know that degree of first-ness is nuts and harmful. I wouldn't have let him do it one way or the other. But I knew, without a doubt, that was what he wanted to do. That is really all that counts. And to answer the inevitable question, yes - without a doubt, I would do the same. To a degree that is frequently nuts and harmful, but I'm working on that.
Wednesday, presentation thing for work, which was new and different...always good. Got a letter from a head-hunter, interesting. Got a couple thumb-drives from a customer, more than I was expecting, which was amusing. Friend/sorta-coworker that I haven't seen in years shows up in my cube, to say hi, which was awesome. Got a call from the doc, got my results and set up the surgery appointment, which was a major relief. Went out drinking that evening with said friend, which was seriously happy-making.
Yesterday, went to get my paperwork from the doctor, which included instructions not to take any more pain-killers till the surgery. Oh, and I have to have someone take care of me for 24 hours. Oh and they don't know what drugs they can give me post-op because I react badly to the ones they generally give. Panic-inducing, and making me miss my ex-husband for the first time ever. Fuck. Boy tries to calm me, which was very sweet, but largely ineffective. I spend most of the rest of the day at work, crying silently in my cube while I work. Rad. Get calls every few minutes from the hospital, Mr. Ex, parents, etc. sorting out the details for the surgery next week.
The call from Mr. Ex was particularly interesting: His new fiance has moved out to live with him, and has offered a way out of his financial difficulties - she'll stay home and take care of everything. Fix his finances, cook his food, do his laundry, all that jazz. And ya know, I think it'll actually work. She has the wherewithal and desire to actually do that, which I did not. More power to her! And congratulations to the both of them. As I was telling him about the surgery, I had to talk him out of flying out to take care of me. And then it was as if a veil had been lifted from my eyes.
What is a boyfriend? Someone who will put me before anything. I always knew, no matter what, I came first. Before his work, his friends, his family, himself. If he saw that I needed something, he would do absolutely anything in his power to do it. (The word "saw" being a fairly important one in the end, however) Now, I'm not an unreasonable girl, I know that degree of first-ness is nuts and harmful. I wouldn't have let him do it one way or the other. But I knew, without a doubt, that was what he wanted to do. That is really all that counts. And to answer the inevitable question, yes - without a doubt, I would do the same. To a degree that is frequently nuts and harmful, but I'm working on that.
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Before school every morning when I was little, I would wake up, and I would immediately run into the corner in the living room. there was a bookshelf right next to the corner, and it couldn't be in the corner because there was a heating vent there. I would sit there and warm up in my footie pajamas while my mom made me microwave french toast stix or eggos, and I would sing the chorus from "The heat is on".