The Worst Possible Day to Be Ill. Ever.
These past few days have been crazy. My lack of updating has been due to 1) sickness and 2) busyness. I started feeling ill Thursday night and could hardly get any sleep - by Friday morning, it was a full-blown migraine; one of those where the pain's so bad it makes you feel sick in the stomach. So I couldn't keep anything down - including water and ibuprofen, both crucial to my recovery - and I couldn't move without a wave of nausea sending me running to the bathroom.
The thing is, I chose the worst possible day to be so ill. It was my last day of work, I had to sign on for the last time in the afternoon and Jason was coming back from Exeter for the weekend, and he'd be staying at mine. And I don't usually get so ill, either. This is probably what I get for being 'incapable of illness'. In future I shall shut my face.
I felt a little bit better Friday afternoon, between 3 and 4pm. I'd risked buying a bottle of orange and passionfruit juice while in town to sign on (it was sweltering, and after all the puking and migraine I was gasping for hydration) and discovered I could - just about - keep things down now. So I had a couple of painkillers at home, sipped water for a couple of hours and started my recovery. By about 5pm it was mostly exhaustion from the lack of sleep. Jason gave me a ring to let me know he was in Wigan, awaiting the lat of his three trains home, so I got Dad to drive me to St Helens Central Station. Two bus rides when I'd signed on was quite enough for one day.
At the station, we got there quite early. Unlike my last visit there, the weather was glorious and it didn't seem to be as busy. Dad had a smoke and we waited in the building. The minutes ticked by and a man collapsed on the platform after getting off the train destined for Wigan. Thankfully people were quick to respond and he was immediately surrounded by station staff and a couple of people who I presumed had been fellow passengers. Later we'd overhear that he'd had about three fits on the train itself before his collapse. The ambulance and rapid response guys were there quickly; I hope it was just a funny turn he'd had and nothing too serious!
Jason's mum and brother, Lee, were supposed to be showing up to meet him upon his return but there was no sign of them for ages. My attention was grabbed by a train pulling in to the platform opposite us - my phone said 5:24 so it could only be his.
And it was. I spotted him as he came down the stairs from the footbridge bending over to peer through the railings, looking for me. He definitely saw Ashley and Dad (I was sitting down) and I ran to meet him. He met me with open arms, just like last time, held me tight and said 'I missed you'. I didn't want to let go of him!
His mum still hadn't arrived so Jason phoned her to find out where she was. She wasn't far off, so she met us at the station, I introduced her to Dad and Ashley, she took Jason's bag and I told her I'd see her in December. So I'm not going to see Maria, Lee, or anyone in Jason's family now until I come back for the Christmas holidays.
After a quick detour to KFC, we went home, ate and then proceeded to do the usual - played the X-Box, played Minecraft, caught up on last week's Doctor Who - Jason's reaction when Amy and Rory opened the cupboard with the freaky doll in it, by the way, was marvellous; he hates creepy dolls! - but at around nine o'clock, exhaustion was yet again catching up on me so we went to bed. I think he was pretty tired too, after coming back from Exeter.
Saturday was pretty much the same as always. We went to Morrisons early on to get food, then sat playing the X-Box and Minecraft all day. We watched Ashley complete The Story of Thor, I blew up another mountain and then Doctor Who was on that evening - a brilliant episode; Rory's struggle with the two Amys was heartbreaking - and then we spent the rest of the day upstairs before Jason had to get the last bus.
I'm hoping to see him once more before I go. On Monday, because he doesn't have any training (he works on this course from Tuesday to Friday), he doesn't have a specific time to get there. I'm going in to town on Monday anyway to drop in on work; clear my desk, pick up my pile of newspapers to make cuttings, say my goodbyes to the colleagues - so we've decided to get some breakfast and spend a couple of hours together before he goes. And this time I'll be seeing him off.
You know what? He's genuinely the most beautiful person I've ever known, and I'm so lucky to have him in my life. I never actually thought I'd have the chance to know such a person - let alone one who feels the same way - but here we are. I've got Jason, and while I admit I fell for him quickly, it felt like the most natural thing in the world to love him. It strikes me every time I see him how wonderful he is, and how fortunate I am.
The day being Sunday, I have today to myself. Normally this would mean a lazy day farting about the Internet, playing on Minecraft or watching the telly, but I have some hardcore packing to do. Half my clothes need packing, I need to pick which books to take and leave, important documentation needs sorting out, musical instruments, university supplies... and I need to find those bloody missing novel pages! Seriously! Otherwise I'll be getting to Ireland and doing them again.
So there's my plan for the day. I'd best go and be productive or something.
The thing is, I chose the worst possible day to be so ill. It was my last day of work, I had to sign on for the last time in the afternoon and Jason was coming back from Exeter for the weekend, and he'd be staying at mine. And I don't usually get so ill, either. This is probably what I get for being 'incapable of illness'. In future I shall shut my face.
I felt a little bit better Friday afternoon, between 3 and 4pm. I'd risked buying a bottle of orange and passionfruit juice while in town to sign on (it was sweltering, and after all the puking and migraine I was gasping for hydration) and discovered I could - just about - keep things down now. So I had a couple of painkillers at home, sipped water for a couple of hours and started my recovery. By about 5pm it was mostly exhaustion from the lack of sleep. Jason gave me a ring to let me know he was in Wigan, awaiting the lat of his three trains home, so I got Dad to drive me to St Helens Central Station. Two bus rides when I'd signed on was quite enough for one day.
At the station, we got there quite early. Unlike my last visit there, the weather was glorious and it didn't seem to be as busy. Dad had a smoke and we waited in the building. The minutes ticked by and a man collapsed on the platform after getting off the train destined for Wigan. Thankfully people were quick to respond and he was immediately surrounded by station staff and a couple of people who I presumed had been fellow passengers. Later we'd overhear that he'd had about three fits on the train itself before his collapse. The ambulance and rapid response guys were there quickly; I hope it was just a funny turn he'd had and nothing too serious!
Jason's mum and brother, Lee, were supposed to be showing up to meet him upon his return but there was no sign of them for ages. My attention was grabbed by a train pulling in to the platform opposite us - my phone said 5:24 so it could only be his.
And it was. I spotted him as he came down the stairs from the footbridge bending over to peer through the railings, looking for me. He definitely saw Ashley and Dad (I was sitting down) and I ran to meet him. He met me with open arms, just like last time, held me tight and said 'I missed you'. I didn't want to let go of him!
His mum still hadn't arrived so Jason phoned her to find out where she was. She wasn't far off, so she met us at the station, I introduced her to Dad and Ashley, she took Jason's bag and I told her I'd see her in December. So I'm not going to see Maria, Lee, or anyone in Jason's family now until I come back for the Christmas holidays.
After a quick detour to KFC, we went home, ate and then proceeded to do the usual - played the X-Box, played Minecraft, caught up on last week's Doctor Who - Jason's reaction when Amy and Rory opened the cupboard with the freaky doll in it, by the way, was marvellous; he hates creepy dolls! - but at around nine o'clock, exhaustion was yet again catching up on me so we went to bed. I think he was pretty tired too, after coming back from Exeter.
Saturday was pretty much the same as always. We went to Morrisons early on to get food, then sat playing the X-Box and Minecraft all day. We watched Ashley complete The Story of Thor, I blew up another mountain and then Doctor Who was on that evening - a brilliant episode; Rory's struggle with the two Amys was heartbreaking - and then we spent the rest of the day upstairs before Jason had to get the last bus.
I'm hoping to see him once more before I go. On Monday, because he doesn't have any training (he works on this course from Tuesday to Friday), he doesn't have a specific time to get there. I'm going in to town on Monday anyway to drop in on work; clear my desk, pick up my pile of newspapers to make cuttings, say my goodbyes to the colleagues - so we've decided to get some breakfast and spend a couple of hours together before he goes. And this time I'll be seeing him off.
You know what? He's genuinely the most beautiful person I've ever known, and I'm so lucky to have him in my life. I never actually thought I'd have the chance to know such a person - let alone one who feels the same way - but here we are. I've got Jason, and while I admit I fell for him quickly, it felt like the most natural thing in the world to love him. It strikes me every time I see him how wonderful he is, and how fortunate I am.
The day being Sunday, I have today to myself. Normally this would mean a lazy day farting about the Internet, playing on Minecraft or watching the telly, but I have some hardcore packing to do. Half my clothes need packing, I need to pick which books to take and leave, important documentation needs sorting out, musical instruments, university supplies... and I need to find those bloody missing novel pages! Seriously! Otherwise I'll be getting to Ireland and doing them again.
So there's my plan for the day. I'd best go and be productive or something.