Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Christmas and other assorted holiday events
SO...
Christmas with my girlfriend was a lot of fun. Probably more fun than is strictly legal. But saying goodbye was a hard enough punishment to make up for it, I'm guessing, even though we will see each other again in a week or two (yay!).
I had not gotten more than 5 or 6 hours of sleep a night for several days even before I left to make the 400 mile drive. And I slept in a different bed each night I was there. And had trouble sleeping each time. Cause, you know, that thing with strange beds. Also, I'm a bit of an insomniac anyway. So I drove up Friday night, and only got ridiculously lost two or three times, and couldn't find any payphones, so I couldn't call and explain my not arriving when I said I would. And we spent two completely blissful days together, and I was witness to the ugliest clock/picture of Jesus in the history of mankind, and then I drove back Monday morning. It was snowing. That is a little strange to me. Also, there was a rooster crowing. Sarah called me a city mouse because I had never heard one before (completely true, by the way--I am a total city mouse). When I got back to Norfolk eight shoulder-stiffening hours later, it was probably in the mid-fifties. And pretty sunny. It kind of made me feel like I was in a different world. A vastly inferior one, of course, due to the lack of Sarah.
Sarah's grandmother is possibly the cutest old lady ever. Just ridiculously sweet and adorable. And she has some weird relatives (who doesn't?), but also some who are nice enough to make up for the rest.
When I got back, I was completely exhausted, naturally, and jittery from caffeine and lack of sleep. I took a fifty-minute nap, and then I got up to go to work, feeling totally out of it and a little sick. Oh, and apparently my toilet overflowed while I was gone, without any "input" from me, the only evidence being the soaking wet and rather stinky bathmat.
By the time I got to work, I was feeling distinctly nauseous. My head was quite hot to the touch, most of my skin was pale but my cheeks were bright red, I had a feeling that I was going to throw up any minute, I was dizzy and disoriented, I had some pretty unpleasant diarrhea...yeah. Not feeling too good, in other words.
I felt like somebody else was walking around in my body and doing things, and I was just watching. So I got the other assistant to close for me and an employee to come in early, and I drove home. Without any mishaps, astonishingly enough. As soon as I lay down, I started feeling better. By the time the very kind friend who I had begged to come over and deal with my bathroom for me arrived I was not quite okay, but well enough to feel embarrassed about the disgusting state of my apartment (especially since her husband came with her) and my lack of apparent sickness. So I just stood around and tried to act pathetic. I think I was fairly successful, mostly due to my state of exhaustion.
OF COURSE, after the nap I had taken earlier, I had not a chance of getting to sleep at a reasonable hour. So I read The Snow Garden and talked to Sarah for a little over two hours (not nearly long enough) and eventually I slept. Well. For the first time in days. That was pretty awesome. But Sarah's cell phone is non-functional right now, and that makes me sad, because it means she will not call and leave me cute rambling messages while she's on break. It also means that there's no way I can hear her voice until we're both off work pretty late tonight. Is it sad that that makes me feel slightly panicky? That she was the first person I wanted to call when I was feeling sick? That I wanted nothing more than for her to be there to rub my back and tell me it would all be okay?
I am not a big fan of winding country roads with no guardrails and no streetlights. Especially at night. And by "not a big fan" I mean that they scare the crap out of me. But I would be willing to drive them every day, even in the snow, if it meant that we could live together. How in love am I? Leaving was just about the hardest thing I've ever done. Even though I knew it was not even semi-permanent. I felt like you might feel if somebody ripped your arm (the one with your writing hand) out of the socket and told you that you could have it back every now and then, but only for a few days at a time. And you would just have to deal with the bloody shoulder on your own. Obviously, there was no heartless Jack-the-ripper guy in evidence, but it was pretty devastating to have to drive away when she was right there. I started to miss her before I even left, and by the time I got home it was pretty acute.
I am forced to conclude that the bizarre and shortlived sickness was a result of too much caffeine, lack of sleep, and stress. Although missing Sarah was probably a contributing factor too. She told me to call every time I stopped, which I did pretty dutifully, but every time I called her cell phone I got a busy signal. At first it made me mad, because I thought she was talking to someone else instead of waiting for me to call (and I timed my calls pretty careful to coincide with her breaks). Then I started to think maybe something had happened to her phone. Maybe something happened to her. Cause, yeah, paranoid like that. Apparently Sprint is just being stupid, though. But not being able to reach her made me really anxious. How pathetic am I?
Okay, so I will go dig out my backup bathmat now, and have a shower, and go do some laundry. But all I really want to do is wrap Sarah up in my arms and never let her go. And I don't even care that that is just about the most hackneyed thing I've ever written. Just. Don't. Care.
Christmas with my girlfriend was a lot of fun. Probably more fun than is strictly legal. But saying goodbye was a hard enough punishment to make up for it, I'm guessing, even though we will see each other again in a week or two (yay!).
I had not gotten more than 5 or 6 hours of sleep a night for several days even before I left to make the 400 mile drive. And I slept in a different bed each night I was there. And had trouble sleeping each time. Cause, you know, that thing with strange beds. Also, I'm a bit of an insomniac anyway. So I drove up Friday night, and only got ridiculously lost two or three times, and couldn't find any payphones, so I couldn't call and explain my not arriving when I said I would. And we spent two completely blissful days together, and I was witness to the ugliest clock/picture of Jesus in the history of mankind, and then I drove back Monday morning. It was snowing. That is a little strange to me. Also, there was a rooster crowing. Sarah called me a city mouse because I had never heard one before (completely true, by the way--I am a total city mouse). When I got back to Norfolk eight shoulder-stiffening hours later, it was probably in the mid-fifties. And pretty sunny. It kind of made me feel like I was in a different world. A vastly inferior one, of course, due to the lack of Sarah.
Sarah's grandmother is possibly the cutest old lady ever. Just ridiculously sweet and adorable. And she has some weird relatives (who doesn't?), but also some who are nice enough to make up for the rest.
When I got back, I was completely exhausted, naturally, and jittery from caffeine and lack of sleep. I took a fifty-minute nap, and then I got up to go to work, feeling totally out of it and a little sick. Oh, and apparently my toilet overflowed while I was gone, without any "input" from me, the only evidence being the soaking wet and rather stinky bathmat.
By the time I got to work, I was feeling distinctly nauseous. My head was quite hot to the touch, most of my skin was pale but my cheeks were bright red, I had a feeling that I was going to throw up any minute, I was dizzy and disoriented, I had some pretty unpleasant diarrhea...yeah. Not feeling too good, in other words.
I felt like somebody else was walking around in my body and doing things, and I was just watching. So I got the other assistant to close for me and an employee to come in early, and I drove home. Without any mishaps, astonishingly enough. As soon as I lay down, I started feeling better. By the time the very kind friend who I had begged to come over and deal with my bathroom for me arrived I was not quite okay, but well enough to feel embarrassed about the disgusting state of my apartment (especially since her husband came with her) and my lack of apparent sickness. So I just stood around and tried to act pathetic. I think I was fairly successful, mostly due to my state of exhaustion.
OF COURSE, after the nap I had taken earlier, I had not a chance of getting to sleep at a reasonable hour. So I read The Snow Garden and talked to Sarah for a little over two hours (not nearly long enough) and eventually I slept. Well. For the first time in days. That was pretty awesome. But Sarah's cell phone is non-functional right now, and that makes me sad, because it means she will not call and leave me cute rambling messages while she's on break. It also means that there's no way I can hear her voice until we're both off work pretty late tonight. Is it sad that that makes me feel slightly panicky? That she was the first person I wanted to call when I was feeling sick? That I wanted nothing more than for her to be there to rub my back and tell me it would all be okay?
I am not a big fan of winding country roads with no guardrails and no streetlights. Especially at night. And by "not a big fan" I mean that they scare the crap out of me. But I would be willing to drive them every day, even in the snow, if it meant that we could live together. How in love am I? Leaving was just about the hardest thing I've ever done. Even though I knew it was not even semi-permanent. I felt like you might feel if somebody ripped your arm (the one with your writing hand) out of the socket and told you that you could have it back every now and then, but only for a few days at a time. And you would just have to deal with the bloody shoulder on your own. Obviously, there was no heartless Jack-the-ripper guy in evidence, but it was pretty devastating to have to drive away when she was right there. I started to miss her before I even left, and by the time I got home it was pretty acute.
I am forced to conclude that the bizarre and shortlived sickness was a result of too much caffeine, lack of sleep, and stress. Although missing Sarah was probably a contributing factor too. She told me to call every time I stopped, which I did pretty dutifully, but every time I called her cell phone I got a busy signal. At first it made me mad, because I thought she was talking to someone else instead of waiting for me to call (and I timed my calls pretty careful to coincide with her breaks). Then I started to think maybe something had happened to her phone. Maybe something happened to her. Cause, yeah, paranoid like that. Apparently Sprint is just being stupid, though. But not being able to reach her made me really anxious. How pathetic am I?
Okay, so I will go dig out my backup bathmat now, and have a shower, and go do some laundry. But all I really want to do is wrap Sarah up in my arms and never let her go. And I don't even care that that is just about the most hackneyed thing I've ever written. Just. Don't. Care.
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