I guess I can starting on December 23rd.
I had a pain in my stomach that wasn't letting up. It was a grumble that started at the bottom and worked its way to the top.
That's where the vomiting on the hour by the hour started.
I was sent home from work despite trying to cover it up. Of course, I was mortified when I left the washroom to have 12 of my co workers standing there staring at me after overhearing me vomit my guts up for 10 minutes. I couldnt' even look up.
I was humiliated.
I went home and kept thinking the entire commute "Dont' throw up. Don't throw up Don't throw up"
And I almost made it home...but one stop before it was time for me to get off, my stomach exploded all over transit. Awesome.
I got home and crawled into bed with a bucket.
And that's where I stayed until the morning of the 26th when I dragged myself out of bed to go to work.
I felt like I was going to die and seriously considered actually visiting the emergency room when I ran out of things to vomit and couldn't even keep water down.
But alas, I survived and made the best of it.
I was lucky to be given the morning shift on the 31st so I could still go out in the evening for NYE.
I had a new dressed laid out and new boots...I wasn't overly excited since the evening would be spent alone, but figured I could make myself happy by dancing at my favorite place.
I was exhausted when I got home from work at 6pm and figured I could just lay down and take a quick nap on the couch.
Wrong.
I woke up about 11:30pm.
It was too late to get dressed up and go.
So, the countdown was done alone...again.
I woke up well rested [for the first time in WEEKS] this morning.
I laid there and thought for a while about what I wanted out of 2015.
I made a list of things I would like to achieve or do.
Learning to swim is one of those....and add a new tattoo to my collection.
But as I laid there realizing that I hadn't heard from my fellow today I thought about what I really want from a relationship.
Is it irrational that I like to communicate everyday?
I know that it stems from a series of previous bad relationships and it's not his fault.
I like to spend a lot of time with that other person. I like to do things...share things.
I like to get excited to see them.
Lately, my relationship has been mostly the occasional text, the occasional drive home from work....the occasional make out session and that's it.
He's very sweet, and I understand that he's busy with work and hockey.
I work 2 jobs and I still find time to ask him out to do things.
Maybe this just isnt' working.
Or maybe I'm just giving in too easily?
I'm gonna try to make this work because I really do care about him.
And there's more behind him than I think anyone's given the chance to get to really know.
Here goes nothin' I suppose.
