A dramatic LDR tale (but with a happy ending).
When Henrik was on his mission in Liberia, we used to talk on the phone every single night. There was this time I could tell something was wrong, cause he sounded a bit tense. Then he mentioned that a few snakes were found near his tent, so he wasn't very excited about it. You have no clue how many rough nights I had, thinking about all the dangers surrounding him. I had to do something about the damn snakes, besides praying like a maniac. And so I did. I googled "how to get rid of snakes" and gathered as much info as I could. Let me tell you, it wasn't an easy task cause I know nothing about snakes and reading things like "There is no magic spray or device that you can use to make them go away" made me get very disappointed, after all that's exactly what I wanted Henrik to have, the magic spray. Even though I knew that he could take care of himself, I wanted to help somehow. So I made him promise that he'd remove all the debris near his tent, trim the grass, and place moth balls around his bed. These were the few things I learned after doing my anaconda research. Hey! At least I tried :D
A few days later, I got desperate after not hearing from Henrik for 2 days. I wanted to stick positive, but I could feel there was something going on. There was this UN site that I used to visit every single day, even though it was all in Swedish and I couldn't understand much of it. So basically, the only thing I used to do while exploring this site was look at the photos they posted. "In shock" are the best words to describe how I felt when I bumped into one particular picture. There was a photo of this soldier in a hospital bed, with no captions under it. After spending 3 hours trying to translate the whole text, with the help of a lame online dictionary, I figured that it was just about the facilities (mostly about the medical area), but I couldn't find the injured soldier's name.The doctor was blocking his face, and all I could see was the soldier's arm all wrapped in a white cloth, attached to an IV pole. Nobody believed me, but I was 100% sure that was Henrik's arm. I tried to remain calm, but I started thinking that he was either shot or bitten by the evil snake that was near his tent a few days before. Praying was the only thing I could do. Not even google could've helped me with that one. Two days passed by and no sign of Henrik. When I was close to freaking out, I got a call from him late at night. I was so relieved! It turned out that was really him in that bed. He had some serious food poisoning, so he was forced to spend a few days in the hospital. Gladly, he was OK, and after a few months he got back home in one piece.
This is just one of a few dramatic tales from our long distance relationship, but with a very happy ending.