After not blogging all weekend, you’d think I’d have lots to say today, but my mind is completely blank.
I know need to do another post for my 30 German towns before 30 series, but that will have to wait until I have the patience to upload photos. This computer becomes unbelievably slow if I even think about pressing the “Add media” button. For one photo I don’t mind, but each of the posts in my before 30 series has taken over an hour to complete! So instead, have a cartoon. I originally saw it on Facebook and it seemed oddly appropriate given the events of earlier this month…
I am so glad that it’s Friday! This has definitely not been my favourite week ever, and all I currently want is to have my boyfriend home again. And to sleep. I’m ridiculously tired right now! Also, for the first time in a very long time, I’m wishing my weekend away. I never thought I would say this, but I just want it to be Monday already! Anyway, here are my Friday letters. The subject matter may be a little monotonous this week…
Dear boyfriend. I’m so happy that you’re on the mend. Now hurry home so I can feed you delicious, nourishing soup (aka covering from illness food) and keep an eye on you! P.S. Happy Birthday! I hope you manage to have a somewhat nice time, despite everything… I seriously hope the doctors give the OK for you to come home on Monday!
Dear boyfriend’s colleague. I’m not even sure which of you I should be thanking, but Jan’s mum told me you were planning to stay on in Turkey until Monday to carry his luggage for him. I hope he is appropriately grateful to you (at least as grateful as I am)! I had been seriously concerned about how he was going to manage that.
Dear Facebook friends (who I allowed to see my status). Thank you for all your messages of support, well wishes, etc. It’s good to see how many people out there care about me (or Jan, as the case may be…)
Dear sister. You saw my Facebook status and immediately contacted our dad, who then called me. I hadn’t had a chance to contact him yet and I was so glad to hear from him! We may fight occasionally whenever we’re forced to spend more than two days together, but when it counts you’re an amazing sister.
Dear readers. While I’m on a thanking spree, I want you to know that I appreciate every single one of your comments/reassurances/well wishes. I have the best readers in the blogosphere!
Dear teenagers on the train. 1. Wearing your caps backward and your jeans so far down your backsides that you could only walk with wide-open legs to stop them falling down does not make you cool. 2. Nobody wants to hear your awful “hip hop” music at 7:30 a.m. 3. Please take a shower – you stink!!
Dear sleep. We’ve spent far too little time together this week. And waking up at 3 in the morning from a dream in which I’d it was 8 a.m. and I’d completely slept through my alarm was no fun whatsoever. Please come back soon – I miss you!
Dear readers (again). Specifically, those of you who mentioned knowing someone who’s had an appendectomy. I have a question. How long was it before they were able to do normal things again? I ask because my grandparents are going to be in Germany at Easter. They’ll be staying about 2 and a half hours away, and we were supposed to drive up and meet them. If Jan can’t drive, we can’t go. So I’m wondering whether to cancel on them or not? At this point, they may still be able to cancel if seeing us was the most important part for them…
That’s all from me this week. I’m too tired to think of any more letters. Have a great weekend, everyone.
Thank you all for your lovely comments on yesterday’s post. After speaking to Jan last night, I was reassured that everything is looking good. He told me the surgery went well, and at the time I spoke to him he’d just started being able to feel his legs again as the general anaesthetic wore off. The downside, of course, was that he could also feel the pain from the surgery. He wasn’t allowed to eat yesterday, but today he was to be allowed soup and, if that went well, tomorrow he’ll be allowed solid foods. All going well, he will be allowed to take his original flight back with his colleagues. I’m hoping like mad that that’s the case – I don’t like to think of him on his own on a later flight having been so ill! With his colleagues around, some of whom I actually know, I feel like he’ll at least be in good hands.
On a (slightly) lighter note, after Jan informed me that he was going to have his appendix out, I googled appendicitis – as you do (or as I do anyway) – and found it that it’s caused by an infection or, more commonly, a blockage. The NHS websitte says “Some cases of appendicitis are thought to be caused by a small piece of faeces getting trapped in your appendix and causing a blockage. Bacteria in the appendix then start to multiply, causing it to fill up with pus and swell.” Other causes of the blockage include inflammatory bowel disease, such as Chron’s disease, and ulceritive colitis. Since Jan has neither of those, the most likely cause for him is probably the first one. So my boyfriend is in hospital because he got a bit of pooh in his appendix! At least a small source of amusement in amongst all the worry. (Yes, I find pooh funny… I may, in fact, be a five-year-old boy…)
I am writing this from work (but having finished working for the day, so I’m not doing anything naughty ;-)) and am about to go out for a meal with my colleagues. One less evening alone, and that much closer to having my boyfriend back home with me and I “have living, walking proof he’s all in one piece again” to quote The Pink Rachael, whose comment yesterday was absolutely spot on!
This afternoon, just as I was thinking about stopping work and lunch, my mobile phone rang. My initial reaction was confusion. Who could be calling me? Hardly anyone calls me, and especially not while I’m at work. Then, on taking the phone out of my bag and seeing my boyfriend’s name on the screen, I started to worry. Jan does occasionally call me during the day, but he’s currently in Turkey, where he’s supposed to be watching presentations and such. I wasn’t expecting to hear from him until tonight – his presentation was supposed to be today and he usually calls to tell me how it went.
I answered the phone, and his first words were “I have interesting news.” Turns out he’d had a stomach ache on the flight over, on Monday it got so bad that he went to see a doctor, and he was calling my yesterday from the hospital where he was about to have his appendix removed. This is what my boyfriend calls interesting news?!
Knowing that 1) He had a good translator with him who was taking care of all the insurance-related stuff and 2) The appendix hadn’t ruptured and only a small cut would be needed did nothing to alleviate my worry. He was still in hospital. In Turkey. And I had absolutely no way of knowing what was going on. He promised to call me again as soon as he could after the operation, then hung up so he could phone his mum. It’s a good job I didn’t have much work to do in the afternoon because my concentration level was roughly zero!
At 2 p.m. I received a text message:
Appendix is out. Went well. Gonna get some sleep now. I love you.
Panic over. Or at least reduced. I still wish he wasn’t in Turkey though.