Ghyrn’s going to Michigan for a few days. Part of the reason I feel like I should go to Arizona is because if I don’t I’m not going to see him from like today through next Sunday or Monday. Also, I kinda wish James was going though, because then I wouldn’t be putting G and Mom in the awkward situation of having to explain the elephant in the room. I’m leaning toward staying back, but there isn’t a good reason to.
The thing is, I really love seeing Ghyrn outside of the Bay Area. Outside of the Silicon Valley douchiness, outside of him trying to be perceived in certain ways. I love that he has Aaron Wake and the Wakes in his life, that he and Aaron call each other on their birthdays. I love seeing that, being a part of things like being subject to Aaron’s sharp sense of humor, wheeling Aaron to the bathroom, etc. Experiences like these undo the parts of me that (maybe erroneously) resent Ghyrn for being a jerk. See??? I’m not all negative. I’m a perfect balance of negative and positive. I’m realistic.
Also don’t really want to go to Uncle Bob’s thing and see older people from church that I don’t really want to catch up with. I kinda just need to get away.
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10:42PM
I came home early from work. Sharp pains in my stomach building from ~9AM to ~12:30PM. I had to leave mid-meeting, so you know it was bad. Basically, I couldn’t even eat lunch during the meeting, and then the pain was so bad I ditched to go sit in the bathroom. The pain made me feel like I was going to puke, I just dry heaved and nothing came out. Then I started sweating. Enough to drench my shirt. I don’t remember the walk back to the office or the train, but I was able to text D to let her know what was up. She’s kinda my best work friend. We don’t really have to spend any time together, but we talk all the time and know we care about each other as friends. Plus, we can say whatever we want to each other without fear of repercussions or fear of being misunderstood.
Basically slept on and off from 2PM through now. My body probably needed it. Ghyrn was sweet and got me stuff too. Chicken soup, crackers, and medicine. It probably made him feel bad that the crackers had milk in them, but I tried to use everything else he brought. Feels like he was next to me or packing in the same room the whole time I was sleeping. For like 3 hours. That was nice. That’s where I fail. I’m the type of person to give you what you need to make you physically better, but then I just take off because I can’t just sit in one place at home. I need to get better about that.
I wonder who he was going to have check on me. I hate people seeing me sick.
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