lindseymay

monday night at soccer, i got a concussion.
andrew stayed up all night making sure i was ok. apparently i was twitching like crazy. i remember none of it. tuesday morning came, and he had to go to work. he came to see me at noon to make sure i was ok, and to bring me some food. i couldn't really eat, but appreciated it regardless. he also brought me more advil. my headache was worse and i couldn't stay awake, so he urged me to go to the doctor.

i went to a walk in clinic. in ottawa, you're lucky if you get a whole minute of service in the doctors room. this guy didn't ask me if i blacked out, which i did. he didn't ask me how it happened, which i couldn't remember. he didn't ask me if i was asking the same questions over and over, which andrew says i was. nope, just looked in my ears and told me i didn't have a concussion. what an asshole. i know i had one. i had every fucking sign and symptom, and had he taken more than 5 seconds and maybe asked me a few more things, he would have known that too. i am tired of the healthcare in this province. i'd rather pay and get someone who will actually give a shit.

today, i still feel funny. the world is a little foggy and i don't have any energy. i want to snuggle up to my boo all day.

i have never had someone as perfect as andrew. he is my everything.