Lots going on
Well...lots of things have happened the last 30 days or so...I'm not sure where to pick up from.
My boyfriend that I met while playing WoW decided to come here so we could start really dating/living together. This is after I already visited him in November and we decided yes our relationship really is as good as we thought it was. So he was trying to get over here, but because of a lot of circumstances he couldn't get here without his family's help and they were really dragging their feet.
He needed help getting his license reinstated because of something that happened months before, he needed the money to get here, he had made a deal with his uncle to get a car so he could drive out here. He figured if he left by April 1, he could get here in time for the weekend after my birthday. Sounded like a great plan. Well the first rolled around and his mom hadn't helped him with his license, and his uncle had decided he was going to sell the car that he just fixed for Chris's trip and get him a different one because he needed the money that week.
Well I had already bought tickets for the Sweeney Todd travelling production, made fondue reservations for the night of the performance, and had a great plan for my birthday weekend, and his family caused him to be unable to attend. So I said fuckit and bought him a one-way plane ticket to get him here for the weekend. It was a best weekend ever. And things have been great ever since. :)
There have been lots of ups and downs as he gets used to my awful slobbiness, but he spent the entire first two weeks cleaning up my apartment for me, and he did a really great job. Around the second week he decided he wasn't really going to be able to find a job without a car. He's a pretty big guy, and we've been working really hard on finding a healhty diet that he can actually enjoy, and since neither of us had a car, we've had to walk to all our errands for exercise. But we may have started off a little too strong because he was basically going from being sedentary to walking daily, which gave him some health problems. But he was still trying hard to contribute to the cleaning every day.
Around the third week he was here, I was scheduled to get my wisdom teeth taken out. I figured it wouldn't be that big a deal. It would hurt like hell, but I'd be able to take the bus home with Chris by my side and we'd spend the weekend cuddling. Well, they gave me a sedative/hypnotic called Halcion. Seemed kinda like something my mom would take for her crazies, but I was really scared of the pain, so I took it. Then they shot me up with local anesthetic. Apparently they then asked Chris if I was sensitive to pain. He said I was very sensitive, because I am, and he watched them take out three more full needles and put them into me. Then in the middle of them ratcheting up my back left wisdom tooth, I started to feel way more than the pressure. It was really starting to hurt, so I lifted my hand which was the signal, and Chris says at that point he took out another full needle and just pumped it into that spot. That's the point where Chris says I started acting really out of it. I was vaguely moaning the entire rest of the procedure, but I didn't feel any pain that I could tell. Although I could feel everything they were doing in my mouth really clearly.
When they were done, I felt fine, although I was a little confused about something. I kept touching my tongue with my finger, and then felt my teeth immediately behind it. I was wondering why they would let me bite through my tongue without telling me anything about it. I thought maybe they didn't want to worry me, although biting through your tongue is surely something to be worried about. I decided I would ask Chris when I got home what we should do about having bitten through my tongue. About five minutes later, I realized I hadn't been touching my tongue. I'd been touching my lower lip....
I thought I thought I could just walk home. I was trying to tell Chris this idea while my mouth was full of gauze. When he couldn't understand me I tried to pantomime it. That did not work well at all. I kept getting up and wanting to walk around, and they kept telling me I needed to sit down and keep my fingers out of my mouth. Apparently, while I thought I was walking around and could go forever, I was actually in a constant state of falling to one side or the other and it was fairly miraculous that I never actually fell. While we were waiting outside for the cab, there was a little path with a very narrow shoulder to a babbling brook. I tried to convince Chris that walking down the perilous narrow path was a great idea. He disagreed. After that, getting into the cab to take us home etc, things are a blur. Chris tells me that he thinks I was in pain overload because although I couldn't feel anything, I was acting way beyond drugged out. Just staring and finding odd things funny and saying crazy shit.
After a fuckup at the pharmacy where we stopped on the way home to get my pain pills (they hadn't filled the callin because they wanted Chris to walk around hte store for 20 minutes apparently), we went straight home and Chris got me settled in at the computer chair so I wouldn't fall asleep while he walked back to the store to get my pain pills. He was so good to me when he got back. He got me settled into bed, and he woke me up every four hours to take a pill. I didn't feel a thing that whole night, or the next day when he helped me keep track of what pills to take. I got really sick to my stomach from the pain pills and from not having eaten for a few days. But we'd went to the store on Thursday (got the teeth out Friday after work) and picked up some sorbets and store brand ensure so I'd have something to eat. Chris did an amazing job of taking care of me, and I wouldn't have been able to make it if he hadn't been there.
Ok, so now three weeks have passed, and Chris is getting less and less comfortable in Oregon. It rains all the time so it's hard to walk anywhere. He's not fit enough to find a job that he can just walk to. He's having trouble getting used to eating more healthily (I'd convinced him to replace all the breads he likes with whole-wheat products). And he's passed two kidney stones since he got here (history of kidney problems). So he had a lot of pain that was preventing him from getting much done around the house. He has no computer (his baby) and no car, we have no cable for him to catch up on sports, and he's generally going out of his mind. Finally Chris decided he needed to go back home for a little while. He had left home really abruptly. Plus new information came that the mess with his license hadn't been completed yet, and he needed to go see a judge that would only be on the bench for part of May (leaving May 15) to get his license reinstated.
So after working things out with his family, we got him another one-way ticket home for yesterday. He's made another deal with his uncle to get a car by June 1. The uncles seems more serious this time, and the rest of the family is pressing him much harder to get things done. He's going to get to spend some time with his dad, with whom he just reconciled a week before he left. He's getting his license, getting his car, and I'm going to fly out there the last weekend of May to spend a couple days meeting his family. We're then going to drive the car (now packed with his computer and a few other belongings that couldn't be packed on the plane)down to New Orleans to meet my family (if we have time). Then we're going to drive the I-10 through to the west coast, and take the scenic route up the coast of California back to Oregon. We'll get to pick up where we left off, this time with a little more creature comforts for Chris (car, computer, cable) to make him feel at home. I'll be so glad when he's back, because he's only been gone a day or two and I miss him so much.
My boyfriend that I met while playing WoW decided to come here so we could start really dating/living together. This is after I already visited him in November and we decided yes our relationship really is as good as we thought it was. So he was trying to get over here, but because of a lot of circumstances he couldn't get here without his family's help and they were really dragging their feet.
He needed help getting his license reinstated because of something that happened months before, he needed the money to get here, he had made a deal with his uncle to get a car so he could drive out here. He figured if he left by April 1, he could get here in time for the weekend after my birthday. Sounded like a great plan. Well the first rolled around and his mom hadn't helped him with his license, and his uncle had decided he was going to sell the car that he just fixed for Chris's trip and get him a different one because he needed the money that week.
Well I had already bought tickets for the Sweeney Todd travelling production, made fondue reservations for the night of the performance, and had a great plan for my birthday weekend, and his family caused him to be unable to attend. So I said fuckit and bought him a one-way plane ticket to get him here for the weekend. It was a best weekend ever. And things have been great ever since. :)
There have been lots of ups and downs as he gets used to my awful slobbiness, but he spent the entire first two weeks cleaning up my apartment for me, and he did a really great job. Around the second week he decided he wasn't really going to be able to find a job without a car. He's a pretty big guy, and we've been working really hard on finding a healhty diet that he can actually enjoy, and since neither of us had a car, we've had to walk to all our errands for exercise. But we may have started off a little too strong because he was basically going from being sedentary to walking daily, which gave him some health problems. But he was still trying hard to contribute to the cleaning every day.
Around the third week he was here, I was scheduled to get my wisdom teeth taken out. I figured it wouldn't be that big a deal. It would hurt like hell, but I'd be able to take the bus home with Chris by my side and we'd spend the weekend cuddling. Well, they gave me a sedative/hypnotic called Halcion. Seemed kinda like something my mom would take for her crazies, but I was really scared of the pain, so I took it. Then they shot me up with local anesthetic. Apparently they then asked Chris if I was sensitive to pain. He said I was very sensitive, because I am, and he watched them take out three more full needles and put them into me. Then in the middle of them ratcheting up my back left wisdom tooth, I started to feel way more than the pressure. It was really starting to hurt, so I lifted my hand which was the signal, and Chris says at that point he took out another full needle and just pumped it into that spot. That's the point where Chris says I started acting really out of it. I was vaguely moaning the entire rest of the procedure, but I didn't feel any pain that I could tell. Although I could feel everything they were doing in my mouth really clearly.
When they were done, I felt fine, although I was a little confused about something. I kept touching my tongue with my finger, and then felt my teeth immediately behind it. I was wondering why they would let me bite through my tongue without telling me anything about it. I thought maybe they didn't want to worry me, although biting through your tongue is surely something to be worried about. I decided I would ask Chris when I got home what we should do about having bitten through my tongue. About five minutes later, I realized I hadn't been touching my tongue. I'd been touching my lower lip....
I thought I thought I could just walk home. I was trying to tell Chris this idea while my mouth was full of gauze. When he couldn't understand me I tried to pantomime it. That did not work well at all. I kept getting up and wanting to walk around, and they kept telling me I needed to sit down and keep my fingers out of my mouth. Apparently, while I thought I was walking around and could go forever, I was actually in a constant state of falling to one side or the other and it was fairly miraculous that I never actually fell. While we were waiting outside for the cab, there was a little path with a very narrow shoulder to a babbling brook. I tried to convince Chris that walking down the perilous narrow path was a great idea. He disagreed. After that, getting into the cab to take us home etc, things are a blur. Chris tells me that he thinks I was in pain overload because although I couldn't feel anything, I was acting way beyond drugged out. Just staring and finding odd things funny and saying crazy shit.
After a fuckup at the pharmacy where we stopped on the way home to get my pain pills (they hadn't filled the callin because they wanted Chris to walk around hte store for 20 minutes apparently), we went straight home and Chris got me settled in at the computer chair so I wouldn't fall asleep while he walked back to the store to get my pain pills. He was so good to me when he got back. He got me settled into bed, and he woke me up every four hours to take a pill. I didn't feel a thing that whole night, or the next day when he helped me keep track of what pills to take. I got really sick to my stomach from the pain pills and from not having eaten for a few days. But we'd went to the store on Thursday (got the teeth out Friday after work) and picked up some sorbets and store brand ensure so I'd have something to eat. Chris did an amazing job of taking care of me, and I wouldn't have been able to make it if he hadn't been there.
Ok, so now three weeks have passed, and Chris is getting less and less comfortable in Oregon. It rains all the time so it's hard to walk anywhere. He's not fit enough to find a job that he can just walk to. He's having trouble getting used to eating more healthily (I'd convinced him to replace all the breads he likes with whole-wheat products). And he's passed two kidney stones since he got here (history of kidney problems). So he had a lot of pain that was preventing him from getting much done around the house. He has no computer (his baby) and no car, we have no cable for him to catch up on sports, and he's generally going out of his mind. Finally Chris decided he needed to go back home for a little while. He had left home really abruptly. Plus new information came that the mess with his license hadn't been completed yet, and he needed to go see a judge that would only be on the bench for part of May (leaving May 15) to get his license reinstated.
So after working things out with his family, we got him another one-way ticket home for yesterday. He's made another deal with his uncle to get a car by June 1. The uncles seems more serious this time, and the rest of the family is pressing him much harder to get things done. He's going to get to spend some time with his dad, with whom he just reconciled a week before he left. He's getting his license, getting his car, and I'm going to fly out there the last weekend of May to spend a couple days meeting his family. We're then going to drive the car (now packed with his computer and a few other belongings that couldn't be packed on the plane)down to New Orleans to meet my family (if we have time). Then we're going to drive the I-10 through to the west coast, and take the scenic route up the coast of California back to Oregon. We'll get to pick up where we left off, this time with a little more creature comforts for Chris (car, computer, cable) to make him feel at home. I'll be so glad when he's back, because he's only been gone a day or two and I miss him so much.