On Laryngitis...
So I have Laryngitis... and a fever. Have for a few days. Sucks to be me right now. I feel like I should do a slightly in depth update, if only so that in 3 years when I get bored and flip through this thing, I'll have some sort of context. Caution: Super Cheesy and Lovey Dovey.
October 30th... I think... I had my gallbladder removed. So that was fun. The reason I'm writing about it is because of the after effects. After I got out of the hospital, Bob's parent's, who I knew, but wasn't particularly sure liked me too much at the time, volunteered to let me stay at there house while I was on the mend. I guess they figured if I stayed at home I'd be on my own b/c there's no way my dad would take care of me. So My dad took me to Target, I bought some pjs that I figured would get ruined from bleeding through bandages, bandages and other first aid-y things, and a few other things. I got home, and Bob came and picked me up. I felt ok enough to sort of walk around and talk to Bob's parents that night. It was nice to be done with the surgery and know that my side issues were finally over. I went to bed, and periodically Bob would wake me up and make me take my painkillers. The next couple of days were a haze of him waking me up for medication, him trying to feed me, and my attempting to get up and move around.
... And then it happened... I knew I loved Bob, and that he loved me, and that what we had was amazing. I mean, this was what, 8 months into the relationship and 3 months in we were talking about getting married one day... but regardless... something happened that I never would have imagined. It was sufficiently absurd, and incredibly poignant. It was time for me to take off the hospital bandages and put on new ones. I wanted to take a shower or bath first though. I hadn't had a real non- hospital "don't fuck up the IV" shower since before i'd gotten to the hospital. So we put on fresh bandages and we did our best to tape them up since the hospital instructions (Bob was following them to the letter) said not to get the "incision sites" wet, and I tried to shower. Tried. I couldn't really stand up straight, or move my arms to use shampoo, and the bandages were getting wet. I got out of the shower and was just going to curl up back in bed and feel gross, when Bob told me he'd help me take a bath.
That was a strange moment. You never imagine being 23 years old and needing help taking a bath. You never imagine anyone wanting to help you, but there he was. At some point while Bob was washing my hair I just wanted to cry. I guess he noticed because he asked me if he was hurting me and I said no, and that I was just trying not to laugh at how obvious it was that he didn't know how to wash hair that's more than 1/4" long... He didn't fall for it, so I told him what I was thinking... "In sickness and in health..." and he just smiled at me and said he was just thinking the same thing. I think that's when I really stopped putting up the cynical Mo defense and just let myself be happy and in love without worrying anymore.
- Also, those pajamas didn't get ruined... Bob took good care of me.
Thanksgiving came, and I was included in private family dinner... I hadn't felt like part of a family in such a long time.
A week or two later Bob and I were laying in bed, about to fall asleep and he told me to switch the hand I had my ring on. He'd given me this adorable ring that I loved for my birthday. I didn't know what he meant. I told him if I did that people would think things, and I didn't want any drama in my life. He told me he wanted people to think things. Still confused I put the ring on my left hand and told him I'd switch it back in public. He asked me why, and if I was going to marry him one day.... still confused I said "No, Bob, you're crazy" and put the ring on my my right hand. I honestly had no idea I'd done anything wrong until I looked at his face, and then I realized, he'd just proposed to me and thought I'd turned him down. After a fair amount of me apologizing for being stupid, and him breathing huge sighs of relief, that was it. We were engaged. It was December 11th.
We told our parents and eventually friends. We went to Michigan for Christmas so he could meet my family. We came back and I met more of his.- And then there was New Years, and then his birthday, and then he was in California doing training for his deployment. We talked on the phone, and while we'd been talking about waiting to set a date until after he graduates, he professed to me that he didn't want to wait. He wanted to get married at the end of the year when he get's back from his deployment. December 11th 2010 Bob and I will get married.
I never saw it coming. In my life I never could have imagined feeling like this, or imagined a man like him for me.
October 30th... I think... I had my gallbladder removed. So that was fun. The reason I'm writing about it is because of the after effects. After I got out of the hospital, Bob's parent's, who I knew, but wasn't particularly sure liked me too much at the time, volunteered to let me stay at there house while I was on the mend. I guess they figured if I stayed at home I'd be on my own b/c there's no way my dad would take care of me. So My dad took me to Target, I bought some pjs that I figured would get ruined from bleeding through bandages, bandages and other first aid-y things, and a few other things. I got home, and Bob came and picked me up. I felt ok enough to sort of walk around and talk to Bob's parents that night. It was nice to be done with the surgery and know that my side issues were finally over. I went to bed, and periodically Bob would wake me up and make me take my painkillers. The next couple of days were a haze of him waking me up for medication, him trying to feed me, and my attempting to get up and move around.
... And then it happened... I knew I loved Bob, and that he loved me, and that what we had was amazing. I mean, this was what, 8 months into the relationship and 3 months in we were talking about getting married one day... but regardless... something happened that I never would have imagined. It was sufficiently absurd, and incredibly poignant. It was time for me to take off the hospital bandages and put on new ones. I wanted to take a shower or bath first though. I hadn't had a real non- hospital "don't fuck up the IV" shower since before i'd gotten to the hospital. So we put on fresh bandages and we did our best to tape them up since the hospital instructions (Bob was following them to the letter) said not to get the "incision sites" wet, and I tried to shower. Tried. I couldn't really stand up straight, or move my arms to use shampoo, and the bandages were getting wet. I got out of the shower and was just going to curl up back in bed and feel gross, when Bob told me he'd help me take a bath.
That was a strange moment. You never imagine being 23 years old and needing help taking a bath. You never imagine anyone wanting to help you, but there he was. At some point while Bob was washing my hair I just wanted to cry. I guess he noticed because he asked me if he was hurting me and I said no, and that I was just trying not to laugh at how obvious it was that he didn't know how to wash hair that's more than 1/4" long... He didn't fall for it, so I told him what I was thinking... "In sickness and in health..." and he just smiled at me and said he was just thinking the same thing. I think that's when I really stopped putting up the cynical Mo defense and just let myself be happy and in love without worrying anymore.
- Also, those pajamas didn't get ruined... Bob took good care of me.
Thanksgiving came, and I was included in private family dinner... I hadn't felt like part of a family in such a long time.
A week or two later Bob and I were laying in bed, about to fall asleep and he told me to switch the hand I had my ring on. He'd given me this adorable ring that I loved for my birthday. I didn't know what he meant. I told him if I did that people would think things, and I didn't want any drama in my life. He told me he wanted people to think things. Still confused I put the ring on my left hand and told him I'd switch it back in public. He asked me why, and if I was going to marry him one day.... still confused I said "No, Bob, you're crazy" and put the ring on my my right hand. I honestly had no idea I'd done anything wrong until I looked at his face, and then I realized, he'd just proposed to me and thought I'd turned him down. After a fair amount of me apologizing for being stupid, and him breathing huge sighs of relief, that was it. We were engaged. It was December 11th.
We told our parents and eventually friends. We went to Michigan for Christmas so he could meet my family. We came back and I met more of his.- And then there was New Years, and then his birthday, and then he was in California doing training for his deployment. We talked on the phone, and while we'd been talking about waiting to set a date until after he graduates, he professed to me that he didn't want to wait. He wanted to get married at the end of the year when he get's back from his deployment. December 11th 2010 Bob and I will get married.
I never saw it coming. In my life I never could have imagined feeling like this, or imagined a man like him for me.