After Vienna
Saturday through Monday, I was in Vienna, and one of the handful of things that I will always remember about this trip is being really, really sick. By Tuesday or Wednesday of last week, I started getting a sore throat, and by Friday night, I was unable to sleep for more than an hour at a time because I had a headache from all of the pressure in my head, my nose was running, and the sore throat persisted.
By Saturday afternoon, the sore throat was front and center and, that evening, my tonsils were so swollen that I could barely swallow water. Not that it was a near physical impossibility but it was excruciating. I was up in the middle of the night to blow massive amounts of snot out of my nose and take a couple of ibuprofen for my general achiness. But I had to psych myself up to simply take a few sips of water so getting the pills down was a nightmare.
I really wonder if my tonsils should come out. I kept going to the bathroom mirror to stare at those massive lumps in the back of my throat and thinking that life would be wonderful again if only they were gone.
As for the other things that are memorable about the weekend, one big thing overshadows everything else. I’m not going to discuss it in detail here; suffice to say that I did something really stupid and embarrassing. So embarrassing was it that I thought I might have to chuck my budding relationship with Chris in an attempt to erase that horrible thing from memory and, hopefully, existence.
He thought I was overreacting, which he seemed to find endearing but silly. And so he tried to tease me about this stupid, embarrassing thing, but that almost never works with me. He told me that I would be laughing about it the next day. Nope, didn’t happen.
On the one hand, this might be an advantage to dating Chris--we all know I take myself far too seriously and it might be good to be around someone who can look me in the eye and tell me that whatever is bothering me really isn’t such a big damn deal.
But on the other hand, it’s not as if I haven’t had this before. And maybe it would be better to be with someone who understands why I take myself so seriously rather than someone who thinks it’s silly (even if he’s right).
But his reaction isn’t the big deal to me; the big deal is the initial embarrassment. And I still want to melt through the cracks of the floor when I think about what I did. Ugh.
Other than that and being sick, it was a nice weekend. Chris is very easy to be around and he feels the same about me. He keeps remarking on how easy I am to talk to, and I feel that way about him. We’ve had a few awkward silences, but they are few and they are bound to happen with someone who is as quiet as I usually am.
Our current plan is to get together the weekend of October 10-12 with him, ideally, coming to Prague, but we don’t yet know how that will work out. And then he wants me to take a few days off of work at the end of October to visit the part of Austria where his parents live and meet them. We'd also spend some time in Vienna and there was talk of a Czech leg to this trip but I think that might be overkill.
Anyway, he's very affectionate and sweet, and I quite like him. He tells me all the time that he likes me very much, and, on Sunday, as we were sitting in the sun by the Danube Channel, he told me that he has feelings for me. It felt like the "L" word was about to pop out of his mouth, but it didn't come. We've only known each other for a few weeks, so there's no need to rush it. It just felt so appropriate.
Anyway, here is Chris for those of you who haven't already glimpsed him on Facebook:
By Saturday afternoon, the sore throat was front and center and, that evening, my tonsils were so swollen that I could barely swallow water. Not that it was a near physical impossibility but it was excruciating. I was up in the middle of the night to blow massive amounts of snot out of my nose and take a couple of ibuprofen for my general achiness. But I had to psych myself up to simply take a few sips of water so getting the pills down was a nightmare.
I really wonder if my tonsils should come out. I kept going to the bathroom mirror to stare at those massive lumps in the back of my throat and thinking that life would be wonderful again if only they were gone.
As for the other things that are memorable about the weekend, one big thing overshadows everything else. I’m not going to discuss it in detail here; suffice to say that I did something really stupid and embarrassing. So embarrassing was it that I thought I might have to chuck my budding relationship with Chris in an attempt to erase that horrible thing from memory and, hopefully, existence.
He thought I was overreacting, which he seemed to find endearing but silly. And so he tried to tease me about this stupid, embarrassing thing, but that almost never works with me. He told me that I would be laughing about it the next day. Nope, didn’t happen.
On the one hand, this might be an advantage to dating Chris--we all know I take myself far too seriously and it might be good to be around someone who can look me in the eye and tell me that whatever is bothering me really isn’t such a big damn deal.
But on the other hand, it’s not as if I haven’t had this before. And maybe it would be better to be with someone who understands why I take myself so seriously rather than someone who thinks it’s silly (even if he’s right).
But his reaction isn’t the big deal to me; the big deal is the initial embarrassment. And I still want to melt through the cracks of the floor when I think about what I did. Ugh.
Other than that and being sick, it was a nice weekend. Chris is very easy to be around and he feels the same about me. He keeps remarking on how easy I am to talk to, and I feel that way about him. We’ve had a few awkward silences, but they are few and they are bound to happen with someone who is as quiet as I usually am.
Our current plan is to get together the weekend of October 10-12 with him, ideally, coming to Prague, but we don’t yet know how that will work out. And then he wants me to take a few days off of work at the end of October to visit the part of Austria where his parents live and meet them. We'd also spend some time in Vienna and there was talk of a Czech leg to this trip but I think that might be overkill.
Anyway, he's very affectionate and sweet, and I quite like him. He tells me all the time that he likes me very much, and, on Sunday, as we were sitting in the sun by the Danube Channel, he told me that he has feelings for me. It felt like the "L" word was about to pop out of his mouth, but it didn't come. We've only known each other for a few weeks, so there's no need to rush it. It just felt so appropriate.
Anyway, here is Chris for those of you who haven't already glimpsed him on Facebook: