I have been here with Al for 4 nights.
We had all of this heavenly time
time has never been so important to me as it is since I have been in a
relationship with a beautiful man who lives 1000 miles away.
And I haven’t been able to do shit.
Because of my fall and subsequent injuries, I haven’t been able to do
anything much more than sit in a chair and alternate ice and heat.
No romantic dinners.
No Sexy Time
Just Flexeril and Vicodin
Last night we tried to go (at my insistence) to see Les Miserables.
|WTH with her waist?? I don’t know how she sang a note!|
We got through half of the movie and had to leave because I felt like I was clammy
and dizzy and coming generally unglued.
I have had a very excellent nurse.
He’s hot and all and the sweetest thing evah. When I wake up at 4:30 a.m. in pain, he gets up and we walk around his apartment and then I sleep on the sofa. The first morning when I woke up and he was on the floor beside me I almost died of heart failure. This man slept ON THE FLOOR beside me.
Stanley would have sent me off to Target or to move furniture or something.
Oh yes, he would.
But I have been crankier as the days pass and the reason is that this was our special time. We could have done some fun side trips and had a romantic awesome trip. Instead it has been like being married when one person is sick. He says that we are just getting a taste of the whole ‘in sickness and in health’ thing. I say fuck that I wanted the romance. I’m frustrated. Who wants ‘in sickness and in health’ when you could be having Cipro sex?
Nobody, that’s who.
I get it. I know how life is. I know that at least I’m not at home dealing with this alone or on with the kids, because that would really suck. I’m grateful that I have had these days off to be with this beautiful man and have him take care of me. I know that my injuries aren’t serious. I don’t have cancer or another terrible ailment. I guess I am just a greedy bitch down deep. I wanted these days with him to be awesome. We had time. Time people. The truth of the matter is that there is never enough time. Not when you are healthy and not when you are sick. So, I plan to buck up and make the most of the next few days until I head back to the airport. Even if it is doing nothing but watching TV with him and alternating heat and ice.
But I’m still a little bit pissed.