Confessions from a Bar Harbor Drama Queen
Sooooo yeah drama follows me around and messes up my life. I don't like it.
First of all, that last entry I posted about feeling sick during a romantic evening - it was LEGIT. I WAS sick. Aparently, I have a urinary tract infection that I didn't know about, because the only symptoms of it I had were nausea, vomiting, chills, and fever. I thought it was something else, i.e. food poisoning or the flu. But I've been sick for 10 days now, so I decided to go to the doctor today, and she was SUPER nice and listened to all my concerns. They did some tests and she asked a couple of questions, then told me that I had a u.t.i. which totally surprised me. She told me some common ways of getting it, non of which applied to me, but then she was like "Some people just get them, their immune systems are weakened for some reason and can't fight off the infection. It happens in a lot of women" so that made me feel a little better.
Then she poked around in my stomach and asked a few more questions, then said that I probably have gastritis, which is basically a really bad stomachache. She asked if I ever had heartburn, and I only had it once or twice a while ago after eating spicey foods. She said it was probably caused by heartburn, and that it was similar to an ulcer. Great. I told her that it felt worse when I was nervous, anxious, stressed, or excited, and she said that it's because your stomach produces more acid when you feel those emotions, so she wrote me a couple of prescriptions for the duo of shit wrong with me. Thank god I have insurance, so I only had a $25 co-pay for the visit.
However, at the pharmacy, I didn't have a prescription card cuz I've never had to use my insurance before (this was my first time, it is new), so I had to pay the prescriptions in full. $250 smackers. Yowzers. However, the pharmacist lady said that if I find my card, then the company will most likely reimburse me. I got home, found the stupid card, and called them and they were like "Here's what you gotta do..." and I get reimbursed. Yay!
Now, back to the drama. After Pete spent the night last week, I didn't hear from him again. This past weekend, a friend at work, Gerry, asked me to go out for a drink with him, so we went out and had drinks. Very innocent. Monday night I had wine with my friend Jeanne, who lives in one of the employee housing buildings, and she told me that Pete had moved into the building that day. So I'm like "Great, maybe I'll see him tonight". Then I proceed to drink TWO bottles of wine. And Gerry shows up at like, 10:30 to hang out and talk. Then who walks up about 15 minutes later? Pete. And some girl. They disappear into his room, and I walk away to hide the fact that I'm crying. I felt SO played. Who was that girl??? I was drunk and upset, so Gerry drove me home, and we went for a little walk by the beach in front of the house, and I'm crying to him, and the next thing I know - we're making out. I didn't know anyone saw, but aparently my EXECUTIVE CHEF saw (w.t.f. was he doing down there anyway? How did he see that? I know some people live in the houses by the beach, but Chef Ryan???) and started telling people that Gerry and I were dating. I feel REALLY bad, because I was drunk, and I'm not interested in dating Gerry. He is a very sweet guy and a GREAT friend, and an amazing chef, but I just can't date him. Besides, he's going back to Jamaica in a month, and I'm not up for an international long distance relationship. Sorry.
Tuesday night - Pete calls. Wants me to come over and chill at his place. *sigh* So I go. Now remember, I'm still feeling really sick because I didn't know what was wrong with me at that time. I go to Pete's, park my car out front (stupid...) and go in. We watch some TV, cuddle, and then he decides that it's bedtime. I decide that it's time to have a serious talk. I told him about Gerry and how Gerry was interested in me and wanted to date me, but I was hung up on *someone* else, hint hint hint. So Pete is like "You want to date me? really?" and I'm like "Well, I don't know... we're only here for another month" and Pete goes "Well, then we can't waste any more time." So that settles it. Pete and I are dating. Now I just have to talk to Gerry about it before someone else tells him.
However, in the two days since Pete and I have been "official", the news has spread everywhere from Chef Ryan that Gerry and I are dating... He even went up to Pete yesterday and was like "Dude, did you hear that Steph is dating Gerry?" And Pete just looked at him, then walked away and said to the other guy he was with "Actually, she isn't. She was with ME last night".
DRAMA!
I'm done with it. Now I just gotta focus on getting better :-/
First of all, that last entry I posted about feeling sick during a romantic evening - it was LEGIT. I WAS sick. Aparently, I have a urinary tract infection that I didn't know about, because the only symptoms of it I had were nausea, vomiting, chills, and fever. I thought it was something else, i.e. food poisoning or the flu. But I've been sick for 10 days now, so I decided to go to the doctor today, and she was SUPER nice and listened to all my concerns. They did some tests and she asked a couple of questions, then told me that I had a u.t.i. which totally surprised me. She told me some common ways of getting it, non of which applied to me, but then she was like "Some people just get them, their immune systems are weakened for some reason and can't fight off the infection. It happens in a lot of women" so that made me feel a little better.
Then she poked around in my stomach and asked a few more questions, then said that I probably have gastritis, which is basically a really bad stomachache. She asked if I ever had heartburn, and I only had it once or twice a while ago after eating spicey foods. She said it was probably caused by heartburn, and that it was similar to an ulcer. Great. I told her that it felt worse when I was nervous, anxious, stressed, or excited, and she said that it's because your stomach produces more acid when you feel those emotions, so she wrote me a couple of prescriptions for the duo of shit wrong with me. Thank god I have insurance, so I only had a $25 co-pay for the visit.
However, at the pharmacy, I didn't have a prescription card cuz I've never had to use my insurance before (this was my first time, it is new), so I had to pay the prescriptions in full. $250 smackers. Yowzers. However, the pharmacist lady said that if I find my card, then the company will most likely reimburse me. I got home, found the stupid card, and called them and they were like "Here's what you gotta do..." and I get reimbursed. Yay!
Now, back to the drama. After Pete spent the night last week, I didn't hear from him again. This past weekend, a friend at work, Gerry, asked me to go out for a drink with him, so we went out and had drinks. Very innocent. Monday night I had wine with my friend Jeanne, who lives in one of the employee housing buildings, and she told me that Pete had moved into the building that day. So I'm like "Great, maybe I'll see him tonight". Then I proceed to drink TWO bottles of wine. And Gerry shows up at like, 10:30 to hang out and talk. Then who walks up about 15 minutes later? Pete. And some girl. They disappear into his room, and I walk away to hide the fact that I'm crying. I felt SO played. Who was that girl??? I was drunk and upset, so Gerry drove me home, and we went for a little walk by the beach in front of the house, and I'm crying to him, and the next thing I know - we're making out. I didn't know anyone saw, but aparently my EXECUTIVE CHEF saw (w.t.f. was he doing down there anyway? How did he see that? I know some people live in the houses by the beach, but Chef Ryan???) and started telling people that Gerry and I were dating. I feel REALLY bad, because I was drunk, and I'm not interested in dating Gerry. He is a very sweet guy and a GREAT friend, and an amazing chef, but I just can't date him. Besides, he's going back to Jamaica in a month, and I'm not up for an international long distance relationship. Sorry.
Tuesday night - Pete calls. Wants me to come over and chill at his place. *sigh* So I go. Now remember, I'm still feeling really sick because I didn't know what was wrong with me at that time. I go to Pete's, park my car out front (stupid...) and go in. We watch some TV, cuddle, and then he decides that it's bedtime. I decide that it's time to have a serious talk. I told him about Gerry and how Gerry was interested in me and wanted to date me, but I was hung up on *someone* else, hint hint hint. So Pete is like "You want to date me? really?" and I'm like "Well, I don't know... we're only here for another month" and Pete goes "Well, then we can't waste any more time." So that settles it. Pete and I are dating. Now I just have to talk to Gerry about it before someone else tells him.
However, in the two days since Pete and I have been "official", the news has spread everywhere from Chef Ryan that Gerry and I are dating... He even went up to Pete yesterday and was like "Dude, did you hear that Steph is dating Gerry?" And Pete just looked at him, then walked away and said to the other guy he was with "Actually, she isn't. She was with ME last night".
DRAMA!
I'm done with it. Now I just gotta focus on getting better :-/