a pretty day, this one
this whole week has been kind of a blur, marked in the center by one vivid and exciting event. monday was normal, then tuesday i woke up feeling okay, but then in the shower my vision blacked out twice and i had to sit down. the second time i had to sit, i started feeling extremely nauseated and my body tried to throw up, but i hadn't eaten anything in a while so it was just miserable. john had to rinse the conditioner out of my hair and help me up, then i got right back in bed, pretty much still soaking wet, and i stayed there for a while...my concept of time is completely blurred throughout this ordeal, but i'll do my best to keep it chronological. i think i tried to drink some water at some point, which was quickly rejected. then i must have moved to the couch, which is where i think i was when john got home. john, like some blond-haired super-hero, swooped in and took care of everything; he wrote an email to my french professor explaining that i wasn't going to be taking the exam the next day, he made me a doctor's appointment for the next day, and bought me ginger ale and seven up. he had to leave for a while to see an apartment and have dinner with his dad, which i hated missing out on, then he came back over to cuddle up next to my miserable and exhausted self even though i could barely utter a thank you without fear of dry-heaving. so the next morning i woke up feeling better; i even made it through an entire shower without blacking out. the doctor said i probably had some stomach flu, and ordered some blood work. that part was interesting, considering i hadn't had anything to drink in about 36 hours. two different nurses had to try, and they both had to wiggle the needle around to get any blood. then they had me pee in a cup...again, that took a while. but at least i was feeling okay to walk around and eat and everything.
i felt better enough to start thinking again about that evening, which was valentine's, so i went to the mall to find some shoes to go with my pretty silk dress so that i could look all fancy for dinner. the walk around the mall pretty much wiped me out, so i had to chill on the couch and recouperate. our reservation wasn't until 1030, so i had plenty of time to relax. john came over after work for a bit, then he left so we could get ready seperately, then he came back over to pick me up. i'll have to say i was feeling pretty cute, and john was looking pretty fine himself, as always. the restaurant, jeffrey's, was so classy and so romantic and so nice. i had my first-ever taste of caviar, then some crab cakes and some baby romaine salad, poached snapper with sweet potatoes and asparagus, then we shared petites reves for dessert. john had mushroom and onion soup, then duck and shrimp. i didn't even come close to finishing my glass of wine, (which john ordered in a lovely french accent) and i left quite a bit of the snapper because i didn't want to push my limits after what i'd been through the day before. everything was so lovely, and john always makes me feel like the prettiest girl in the whole world, and you know, it was perfect.
that was for sure the high point of the week. the euphoria that comes with getting glitzed up and spending the evening across the table from the person you're mad in love with faded a bit the next morning while i was cleaning red nail polish of the tile in the den. one of the animals had broken the bottle (i'm betting it was chester), which was almost full, then tippy stepped in it and spread it all over the living room. fun! then i spent the rest of the day trying to catch up on all of the schoolwork i'd missed from being sick. but then, the highlight of any day, john came home and things got much better.
now maybe i should get going to my match class to take a quiz, then i'll skip the rest of class and the weekend will have begun.
i felt better enough to start thinking again about that evening, which was valentine's, so i went to the mall to find some shoes to go with my pretty silk dress so that i could look all fancy for dinner. the walk around the mall pretty much wiped me out, so i had to chill on the couch and recouperate. our reservation wasn't until 1030, so i had plenty of time to relax. john came over after work for a bit, then he left so we could get ready seperately, then he came back over to pick me up. i'll have to say i was feeling pretty cute, and john was looking pretty fine himself, as always. the restaurant, jeffrey's, was so classy and so romantic and so nice. i had my first-ever taste of caviar, then some crab cakes and some baby romaine salad, poached snapper with sweet potatoes and asparagus, then we shared petites reves for dessert. john had mushroom and onion soup, then duck and shrimp. i didn't even come close to finishing my glass of wine, (which john ordered in a lovely french accent) and i left quite a bit of the snapper because i didn't want to push my limits after what i'd been through the day before. everything was so lovely, and john always makes me feel like the prettiest girl in the whole world, and you know, it was perfect.
that was for sure the high point of the week. the euphoria that comes with getting glitzed up and spending the evening across the table from the person you're mad in love with faded a bit the next morning while i was cleaning red nail polish of the tile in the den. one of the animals had broken the bottle (i'm betting it was chester), which was almost full, then tippy stepped in it and spread it all over the living room. fun! then i spent the rest of the day trying to catch up on all of the schoolwork i'd missed from being sick. but then, the highlight of any day, john came home and things got much better.
now maybe i should get going to my match class to take a quiz, then i'll skip the rest of class and the weekend will have begun.