Well, I just saw that my last post was in April...oops.
I did learn how to cook a ham for Easter, by the way, and it was very delicious.
The rest of April kind of slid by. Time was very funny then. It seemed to both crawl and fly, if that makes sense. All I know is that my days were unbearably long, but nothing ever seemed to change.
May began much the same, but things started to change when I was contacted by Megan so she could get some closure about our relationship. She had some questions she wanted to ask me and some things I knew she wasn't going to be happy to hear that she wanted to talk about. She emailed me, but I told her it would be easiest if we talked in person because a lot of what I was going to say would be painful enough for me to talk about and I wanted to have the option of her right there to ask questions and keep the conversation moving.
The next day she picked me up and I rode around with her while she ran errands to prepare for a party that weekend for one of her friends that had just graduated. She asked questions. I answered as honestly as possible. I spent too much time while we were dating lying to deny her the truth any more, and by the end I was pretty sure she was going to hate me.
A funny thing happened while we were at Walmart, though. She said something and I made an absolutely terrible joke making fun of our terrible relationship, and both of us cracked up. We laughed for a full minute, and people were staring at us.
I guess that's when things really started to change between us. A week later she had a really bad allergic reaction to something (we're still not sure what) and broke out in the worst hives I've ever seen. She called me to come and take her to the Med-Express (I still wish I would have just taken her to the hospital) because her boy friend wasn't around to help her. I spent most of the rest of the week with her while her boyfriend ignored/avoided her (she was borderline scary looking), and by the end of the week, I think she had already made up her mind to break up with him. It took a few more weeks, but during those few weeks she hung out with me more than him, and then she finally just ended it with him.
At first I was afraid to try and ask her out again, even though I wanted to, so for a week or so we were just trying to be friends. That didn't last long, though. After spending that week hanging out, we both wanted to give things another shot, so we went on our "first" date the second weekend.
Things were looking really good between us, but then the guy she had been dating was in a car accident, and he was killed. Granted, they had been friends since childhood, and she had only just gotten out of a relationship with him two weeks prior, but the way she broke down really worried me. I ended up calling off work the next day so I could be with her while she was unstable, even though I wasn't sure at that point how I could possibly help.
After a few days, and especially after the funeral, she started moving on, and that's when I found out a few things about what upset her so much. The obvious was that they had been friends for a long time and that she had cared a great deal about him. However, she also told me that she had never dealt with the death of someone so close to her before, and especially not someone so young. I guess no one in her high school died while she was there like in mine. The worst for her, though, was that he was the father of a two year old, who will now have to grow up without his dad.
Since then, though, things have been going fairly well. The most important thing the two of us seem to have taken out of this entire chain of events is that life is going to happen whether we want it to or not, and that we love each other and don't want to waste life wondering if there might be something else out there for us if we're happy together. We've both grown a lot and I am happy to say that we are "going steady" now. I spend most of my time with her each week, and I couldn't be happier.
Today, however, I am home in bed. This morning I had four wisdom teeth removed, after which Megan brought me home and put me to bed, where I spent most of the day sleeping. I've taken a lot of pain medication, but there is still a dull ache on the bottom right side of my mouth where the most impacted of the teeth used to be.
The removal was an experience, though. The surgeon told me ahead of time that he was going to put me under, but I was really nervous. I REALLY don't like needles, and when he was trying to put the IV in my hand (which I thought was weird), I guess I was tensing up a lot and he was having trouble. I tried to calm down and I must have loosened up enough because he got the needle in and started the anesthetic. I was really surprised; I didn't know the surgeon was also taking care of the anesthetic. I thought that would be two different doctors, and that's the last thing I remember thinking before I woke up and was walked to a different room. My mouth was completely numb and filled with gauze (I only know because it was puffy and they told me that was why). I couldn't really talk for a few minutes, and even after talking with the gauze was difficult and I didn't do it unless it was necessary. They prescribed me vicodin, which I honestly thought would be unnecessary at the time (I felt great), but we went and picked it up anyway (thank goodness!). A little after I got home the local anesthetic wore off and I started to feel my mouth again...
Well, I felt a lot less great at that point. I took a vicodin and went to sleep after I changed my blood soaked gauze. In an hour I woke up again, in even more pain. I checked the vicodin bottle, and sure enough I'm only allowed one every six hours. Luckily the nurse told me I could take ibuprofen in between, so I changed my gauze again and took two of those. I couldn't get back to sleep with the new gauze in, though, and it seemed like the bleeding had mostly stopped, so I just spit it out and went back to sleep.
Now I'm awake. I tried eating some pudding, but it hurt. I took more pills (antibiotic and steroid), and with nothing better to do, I decided to get on here and write since I knew it had been some time since I last wrote.
Remind me tomorrow to write about my new kitten.
Later,
Joshua
