So I had my surgery Thursday. Wednesday my boyfriend came and spent the night with me. I thought/hoped it would be a nice night with the to of us cuddling and being close with each other but, yet again, my all too high expectations of people got to me. We were not close. He didn’t touch me, we didn’t cuddle, we didn’t do much at all other than watch some TV and I listened to him talk about himself and his work and whatever. I laid down for about a half hour before getting ready for the surgery hoping that he would lay with me and he did not.
I should be used to this shit already right?
The surgery went well I guess. I do not really remember much of what the doctor told me but he removed some adhesion and scar tissue. My boyfriend and my best friend took me home and we spent the rest of the day trying to relax and I ate a lot of food. I was starved!
My massage guy shot me a text asking how I was doing and I replied that I was alive and he said “Good. Now get some rest.”
All day my boyfriend had been telling me that he wasn’t going to go out of town and that he would stay with me and whatever but then night came around and the guy that was trying to get him to go to this conference called and pushed him into going. So since he was leaving me I asked my other friend to leave so I could have a couple hours with him before he went out of town. My great boyfriend did not stay much more than half an hour after she left leaving me alone on the night of my surgery.
I feel loved.
He called me on his way to meet up with the people he was drivin with. Once he got there (around 10pm) he said he would call me later during the drive. He did not call again. I asked him to call me at 9:30 to wake me up to take my medicine. My alarm clock woke me up at 9:30 Friday morning. I called my boyfriend a couple times, he didn’t answer.
I called him again a couple hours later. His phone was off.
Finally when I called him around 1pm he answered with some bs about him driving 8 hours and his phone dying and he just got to the hotel and had to check in (even though the room wasn’t in his name so why the fuck couldn’t he talk to me for 5 minutes while the person whose name the room was i was checking in.) Whatever. He said he would call back a few minutes later once they got ito the room. 6 hours later I call him “I guess it takes 6 hours to get checked into hotel rooms nowadays?”
More bs “Uh the room wasn’t ready when we got here so we went and worked out and ate and….blah blah” didn’t decide to call your girlfriend who just had surgery because you’re a douche.
My sister and the nephews came over with some wonton soup from Hunan in Chagrin Falls. Every tiem I get sick, even when I lived in Columbus, all I wanted was won ton soup from the Hunan in Chagrin. No chicken noodle, no home made stuff, just wonton from Hunan. It was a nice visit.
My massage therapist text me asking how I was feeling. I told him I wasn’t too much better than I was the day of the surgery and explained what they found and had a brief chat then he told me to “smoke one and get some more rest.”
Seriously. My massage guy thinks about me more than my boyfriend does!
Oh when I woke up and called the boyfriend back he asked how I was doing (even though he didn’t really care and only asked because thats the first thing people say when having a conversation) I said I was still in a lot of pain. He responded that he was in a lot of pain too from working out. What the fuck. Seriously? He has to one-up me at everything. I had fucking surgery yesterday. I am in pain from SURGERY and you are going to complain about your back pain from doing a different workout than your normal routine to me? Get real dickhead.