So Tom is gone.
I just finished crying.
The times we were apart were so much longer before I moved here. But then I was still living in Austin and surrounded by friends and family. I was missing Tom all the time, but I was never lonely.
I’m so worried about being lonely here.
But I’ve got a few different “dates” lined up with a couple of friends to go out and do things. One of the activities is an all day Mexican festival coming up this Saturday. If I’d known about this event earlier I would have rented a booth and made a sign that said, “Come see a real live half-breed Mexican! Ask her a question for only $1!” Sadly I only found out about the festival a few days ago so I missed my chance. Maybe next year.
I’ve also been looking into yoga classes, writing groups, and book clubs. And there is also a ladies’ mountain biking group that looks kind of interesting. I’m pretty accident-prone so I’m not sure that would be the wisest group to join, but then again NZ has ACC (Accident Compensation Corporation) which would cover me 100% were anything to happen. But still…..
Yesterday both Tom and I were still feeling pretty damn crummy (is that what middle age is like? being sick for weeks at a time?!) and the weather outside was all gray and rainy but we both had cabin fever so we decided to just go to the nearby mall to mosey about and get us out of the house. We wound up in a dollar store full of kitschy crap.
They had a ton of little girl headbands which I kept putting on Tom and laughing about.
This one is my favorite, it made me giggle so much……
By the fourth headband he was not so pleased anymore……
The last headband I saw was one with giant pink and white roses which would have arched over his head but he told me he was not allowing me to put anymore headbands on his head so sadly I missed out on that lovely picture.
We wandered about the store a bit more and it really took all my will power not to buy some of the beautiful decor which graced the shelves. I told Tom when he comes home our house will be filled to the gills with knickknacks like these…..
It’s even marked down from $259 to $199….an absolute steal!!
And I’m going to hang this over our bed…..
When Tom gets back he won’t even recognize our house because it will be just so beautiful. And all those stray cats wandering about….. He’ll love it.
So….changing the subject.
Last night I almost died.
My coughing got so bad that around 9:00 or so I threw up in bed. I’ll spare you all the gross details which I sure you’re picturing in your head now anyway….sorry about that.
And then while I was showering I was coughing so hard that I was worried I was going to pop a blood vessel. I’m not exaggerating here, I really thought that. There was just this horrible itch right at the back of my throat and it needed to come out and I was coughing so hard I was gagging. And then I was having a hard time breathing between coughing spells.
So Tom said he was taking me to an emergency clinic.
I hate coughing in public. I was sitting there with tissues in my hand, tears rolling down my face, trying to hold in these absolutely horrible chest-hacking coughs. But mostly the coughs were exploding out of me and parents clutched their children closer and stared at me with worried eyes. One woman walked outside with her baby in her arms and shot me a not-so-nice glance as she walked by. At least I think she did. I could have just been paranoid.
But I’m pretty sure everyone there thought I was bringing in the plague.
Anyway, the doctor didn’t seem overly concerned about my cough. But I do now have a Ventilin inhaler which I have to take six puffs of in the morning, and he prescribed me three different types of medication. So hopefully that will ease the cough.
I’ve got another irksome medical issue going on, so with these new pills, I will now be taking five types of a pills a day. My mom says this is good practice for when I’m in my 80’s.
I’m really racking up the expenses for these medical issues though. Since I don’t have insurance and don’t qualify for free healthcare I have to pay for everything. It’s a whole bunch cheaper than not having insurance in the US, but still.
And Friday I have to go in for an ultrasound and that will set me back a few hundred.
Oh well, it needs to be done.
I am absolutely itching to Google whether or not everything that is going on with me is connected and is indicative of a larger, more serious problem. But I promised Tom I wouldn’t self diagnose with the use of the interwebs anymore. Plus, neither the emergency room doctor nor my GP have told me to get my will prepared so I’m pretty sure things will be okay with a bit of time.
I have two days off of work, the doctor handed me a note without me even asking for it, which is kind of nice I suppose. But unless I’m having terrible coughing bouts, which haven’t happened yet today, I actually don’t feel too shabby so it’s making me feel kind of guilty to be sitting around in my pajamas.
I will find ways to be productive…..maybe.
Stay healthy, ya’ll.