Let's be random, is that ok if we are?

A LOVER'S QUARREL

Let me get you all up to speed. This all happened weeks ago.

One of my co-workers and friends - Jessica- so loving took me to the emergency room the monday after we got back from the beach. I was complaining about a big knot I got on my head and how I wasn't feeling well . But on Monday morning it was like I could barely function. My sight was blurred, my body was shaking, i was completely disoriented and my tummy was soooo sour. So after almost falling out at work I called my mom and she was like "go to the emergency room now." So Jessica drove me there while I moaned about how I wasn't ready to die and I hoped this wasn't the end. HA. Matt met me there. Honestly, I was pretty scared. I'd never felt this kind of sick before.

Who brings their camera to the emergency room? why, I do. Matt and I were sitting there FOREVER so we had to do something. That awesome blue thing in front of me is...well the medical term for that there is "Barf bag" or so the nurse told me. Gotta love tanner. I told the doc my symptoms.

"Well, I hit my head really hard on something - obviously because I have this huge lump - but I don't remember how... I thought I was fine but now I'm dizzy, completely disoriented and nauseated."

The doctor says, "Oh, ok so you hit your head and you don't remember? Were you intoxicated at the time?"

I admitted timidly, "um, yeeeees, yes I was."

Hanging my head in shame the Doctor, out of pity, told me a horrible drinking story about this guy that did all this crazy stuff...and cleverly revealed at the end that it was him. Oh doctor, I love your witty antidotes that I can't follow because I'm too busy holding back my upchuck. So witty, so appropriate...so annoying. He was trying to be sweet but...let's do more doctoring and less talkin' Kay? He checked out my bump and then said he wanted to get a CT scan "just in case." Dude, I thought I hated the tanning bed... CT scans are waaaay weirder. Because it's like only your brain is getting copied. Matt was bummed because they didn't let him watch. The Doc said everything looked fine but he still didn't know why I was nauseous. He guessed that I was in a "post concuss state." I left the doctor with a lot less money, stupid CT scan, and still feeling so dizzy. When I called my Mom and my sister they told me that it sounded like severe dehydration and an inner ear infection.

By the WAY - To me my Mom knows all when it comes to the body. She's a massage therapist and she studied in Germany. There they do a more intensive schooling for therapists. She had to learn about the body and go to school for much longer. Here - commercials advertise "I became a massage therapist after only 6 months of training!" Not there. Not in the big G. They take people rub downs seriously. So my mom knows tons about the body - how it works, reacts,calms - so I pretty much call her for any kind of advice. And my sister just became a nurse and her boyfriend's a doctor. So I'm pretty much covered on the whole medical advice thing. Good thing too because I don't go to the doctor unless it's reaaaaallly unbearable.

Anyway - After two huge gatorades and laying my ear on a heating pad I was feeling like a new person. Wow. I just paid the doctor like $200 to tell me nothing, scare me with a CT scan and all this would have cost me is like 10 bucks worth of gatorade and tons of water? Why didn't I call my family sooner? When I cried about how much money I wasted Matt looked at me and said, "Honey, any amount of money is worth spending to know that you're Ok. Don't worry about it - I love you." I just have to remind him of that when I get the rest of the doctor bill. Stupid deductible. I was sick for an entire week and I'm just now getting to where I feel better.


Other RANDOM notes:

I have tons of RANDOM pics from this weekend in Mississippi. I also have many pics to show everyone from my friend em's birthday. I'll post those asap - maybe even tonight when i get home.

Right now I'm in the editing room at the University. Dubbing those movies I told you about. Oh my 12-year old idiocy. Maggi and I had so much fun. Why does it take forever, i mean FOOOORRREEEVVVER to make a DVD?

So I went walking with Mrs. Broome yesterday. Omg - blogger friends have become real friends in real life. Well we got a couple of good miles in at the track behind old thievin' Tanner Hospital. (sorry I'm just bitter about the bills coming in...why don't they just tell you - "Ma'am this visit's gonna cost you 400 bucks." I would have said "Alrighty I guess I'm just gonna CALL MY FAMILY...which is what I SHOULD HAVE DONE IN THE FIRST PLACE." sorry I shouldn't have yelled. I just get very emotional) Anyway Betzers came with us. She was hilarious - the first thing she did was run up to a patch of grass and squat down. Mrs. Broome acted embarrassed but I'm pretty sure you thought it was hilarious. didn't cha? I didn't mind. Mrs. Broome said it best - "Well, I guess when you gotta go - you gotta go." When we passed the pile again I thought - yep we're back where we started :). Thanks for the mile marker betsy! It was RANDOM and fun. i just love Mrs. Broome.

The LOVER'S QUARREL

Since we're being RANDOM I'd like to tell you about that sweet guy from the story before... you know the guy that said. "Honey, any amount of money is worth spending to know that you're Ok. Don't worry about it - I love you." Well this same sweet gentleman and I got into a little tiff the other day over text message - well it actually started on the phone....and turned into a well, let's just call it a "lover's quarrel." Ah, you got me - I'm just gonna tell the whole story - it begins before the text messages start. And in this I promise I'm not gonna lie. I'm gonna tell the whole truth - even if it may be a little ugly.

So yesterday I shot straight up at 9am! "Ugh! I gotta get to work," I yelled when I saw the clock. It's great when your body wakes you up. That whole natural clock inside you tickin' away... but my clock was soooo wrong! Oh natural clock - why couldn't you have awaken me an hour and a half earlier because I was supposed to be at work at 8! How could I let myself fall asleep without setting my phone alarm? So I shoot out of bed. You know....when you run around looking for your pants... some people like to do this in different variations. I do the whole dance around look for my keys and shove one leg into my pants routine. Some of you may know it well.

*p.s. i feel like I do this at LEAST once a week, AT LEAST*

Anyway, soooo finally my alarm DOES go off. Two hours late (what was I thinking) and I'm dancing and dressing, the alarm's blaring, and matt is dead to the world - sleeping away. I kiss him on the cheek and run out of the house. Grrr. I get to school. No parking. None. So I'm like grrrreeeaaat I'll have to hike a... Oh.. Bingo! Parking spot. I run to work and by this time it's 9:30 and I realize I have had no breakfast, no lunch packed. Nothing. So what do I do? I call my sweet husband-to-be around 12ish and beg him to bring me something to eat. He says, "eh sure I'll do it later."

Now Matt doesn't know this part because - well I haven't told him yet. but I found some RANDOM ramen noodles package under my desk and I was like eh, I'll make it. It was a strange kind though- I think my sister gave it to me. Some Chow Mein junk. Anyway I make it, I eat it because I'm so starving. It was gross. Like ew I just threw up in my mouth a little bit gross...but I couldn't help but keep eating it because I was starving.

So i get back to work and then my tummy starts to grumble. It's about 3pm and I am just upset. Where's that sweet hubby-to-be? Where's my lunch? So I call him and I'm like (ok, bare with me please...this is kind of a long story)

"Hey, do you remember that thing I asked you to do, earlier - have you thought about if you could swing by and bring me some food?"

and he is like," Well, I'm really busy and I don't have time to do things for you. What do you want." WHOA WHOA WWWHOOOA. Of course I get all upset (you don't love me.... wwwaaaahhh upset, but I don't show it...well barely)

"Well," I huffed, "I just wanted you to bring me something on your way to work!"

And he goes, "Fine, what do you want?"

and I'm like, "ugh, I don't know anything I'm just so hungry!"

And he says, "WELL YOU NEED TO MAKE UP YOUR MIND I DON'T HAVE MUCH TIME AND I CAN'T MAKE IT UP FOR YOU!"

And I'm like, "Fine, don't get me something to eat...sometimes you can be so worthless!" And I hung up the phone.

So harsh right? Why do I do that? Why? I 'd like to think that at this time it was the nasty ramen noodles talking -intertwined with my crippling (ok, I'm being a little dramatic) hunger. And this is where the texts begin....

Matt text's me: "You're Worthless man has to meet Fandom (our old roommate) and get bill money so what do you want to eat?"

I text: " I'm sorry, it's the angry hunger talking. I shouldn't have said that to you, I just wanted a sandwich and an apple. As in a sandwich from the house, nothing fancy"

He says: "KK done"

I text: "And I think you meant 'your worthless man' not 'you're worthless man' Lets not let your anger skew your grammar"

He says "Piss off"

Then I continued to text him things like "I love you. I really do, really."

No response.

"I love you!!!!!!!!"

No response.

So I'm waiting and waiting. And he's nowhere so i get up from my desk for a few minutes, I come back and a green apple (my fav.) is washed and sitting inside a plasic ziploc and a perfect little sandwich *halfed on multi-grain bread* is sitting on my desk.

So I text him:
"Thank you, thank you, thank you! Sorry I was in the bathroom. Funny bc I haven't gotten up from my chair all day. Is it laced with like wasp poison or something? Should I worry about eating this?"

He says: "Sleep my beauty"

I text: "I'm so scared, it's so cold. It's so cold."

I text: "You know what I don't think you have ever made me a sandwich before. This is really good"

he wrote: " I am sandwich master"

And that's pretty much how the cookie crumbles in our relationship. We argue and then Matt makes me a sandwich. And I must say - Matthew- that sandwich was awesome.

P.s. can't wait to get married.