Thursday night I had a tiny medical scare. I'm not going to go into it, but it had me very nervous and upset and thankfully B1-the amazing boyfriend that he is-calmed me down and made me feel OK. The next morning I called the doctor for an appointment and by the afternoon I was in the office telling her what was going on. She called in another doctor and within 5 minutes the words incision and needle were being thrown around...and within 10 minutes those things were touching me.
I didn't have time to get up or call anyone. I was scared because these aren't things I take lightly and it was going to be a delicate procedure. All I wanted to do was call B1 but I couldn't reach my phone so I had to stick it out and be brave while this thing was happening.
I like to be able to prepare for these things. Or at least have a few minutes to really think about them.
After the procedure I was shaken up and sore so I went back home to rest. Before this happened, B1 was planning on spending the night on the boat, but he called to see how I was and I started crying when I told him what happened (he called literally 2 minutes after I left the office) so he told me he was coming home. Really, he's pretty awesome. I didn't want to stop him from being on the boat, but I really did want a B1 hug so I sighed a sigh of relief and went home.
So far I only have a little discomfort and no side effects. I was able to go to the beach on Saturday with a friend and to a picnic on Sunday. I know that without knowing what happened, this post is a little cryptic, but I'll tell you that there was potential for a lot more discomfort than I have. So I'm grateful I was able to enjoy the weekend the way I did.
Yesterday I met more of B1's family-his Mom's side. I love them. They're so nice and funny and welcoming and I felt very comfortable hanging out with them. It's pretty wonderful, meeting a boy who is so kind and loving and silly who loves his family and loves bringing me with him. I told him yesterday that I love how geeky he is about how much he loves me. It feels pretty fantastic to be openly and unapologetically loved by such a man.
It's Monday. It's usually a blah day-but it's OK because I know when I get home, I have a little bit of sunshine waiting for me.