The Weekend

The past weekend was good, as all weekends tend to be lately. At least, for the most part. Friday was exciting, Saturday was completely different, and Sunday was just good. Even Monday was something else.


I was looking forward to Friday for days, really. As it neared, though, I got more and more nervous. Boyfriend and one of our best friends were coming to meet Aden. I was so nervous that something, anything would go wrong. I was scared my family would say something or do something I wouldn't appreciate -- though the only ones here were my stepmom and my sister, and they wouldn't do that; I was scared Aden would be less than good, I was afraid of what might happen when Aden's dad came to get him -- Boyfriend tried to convince me that I was worrying over nothing, but I wasn't completely convinced. I'm a paranoid person, and I always worry about the little things.

He was right as usual, though -- I had nothing to worry about. They got there around eleven in the morning, which was okay, because since Aden slept in for two hours that morning (he stayed at my house overnight), he wouldn't need a nap that day ... at least not until after his dad picked him up. Anyway ... so they got there around eleven, and it went well from there. Aden wasn't even shy at all, like he tends to be lately. He warmed up to both of them right away. He even played with Boyfriend a little bit, which made me very happy.

Aden's dad came to pick him up at about quarter to two, and the day went a little downhill from there. I had Aden ready to go, as to avoid having his dad actually come in the house. He knew Boyfriend was coming that day, and I was NOT about to let anything happen. So when he arrived, I tried to shuffle Aden out the door as quickly as I could. Of course, he still had time to make a jackass comment, and he couldn't resist. He grabbed Aden and said, "Come on, buddy, let's go give you a bath," followed by even more of a jackass racist comment. It was expected, of course, but it still pissed me off. I said goodbye to Aden and slammed the door after they left. Luckily my stepmom and sister were gone already, so I was free to sulk. Instead of going back downstairs to Boyfriend and my friend, I went upstairs and slammed things around a bit. Boyfriend knows me well, though, and he didn't come and get in my way -- it's only been a couple months, and he already knows what I do when I'm mad.

When I came back down to clean up Aden's toys, they were both very quiet and wanted to know what was wrong. I had assumed they heard Aden's dad, so I didn't say anything. I cleaned up and I went in my room to get what I'd need for the weekend. Boyfriend came in and comforted me then, which did help. He told me not to worry about it, and he expected him to say something, like I did. I looked at him, and I couldn't focus, which was weird ... but that's part of another story!

So I'm happy to say that Friday went very well, aside from that one little flaw at the end ... but hey, what's one little thing? The main intention of the day was perfect, and that's all that matters.

However, I spent my entire four-hour shift that night trying to focus on things. I couldn't get my eyes to work properly, and I was dizzy for my whole shift. It was really weird, but I just shrugged it off. After work, the four of us (Boyfriend and I, and our two best friends) hung out at Boyfriend's house and watched movies. It was another one of those perfect nights.


Boyfriend and I woke up early on Saturday morning, as usual, and went to shower. We don't often shower together, but we decided to that day, thankfully.

My dizziness from the previous day had gone away after work, but towards the end of my shower, it came back. After Boyfriend got out, I began to feel like I was going to throw up, and I got dizzy again. So I turned off the water and I got out too. Boyfriend looked at me and I'm sure I looked horrible. He came over and held me and asked what was wrong. The nauseous feeling was gone, but I was very dizzy. I don't really remember what happened then. I just remember him holding me and then I was on the floor, while he asked what was wrong, or something. He later said that I had blacked out and fallen down. Luckily he was holding onto me, so it wasn't a hard fall. After that, though, I felt very dizzy and somewhat nauseous, and I was even paler than I normally am.

We had a near-arguement after that. He insisted that I go to the hospital, but all I wanted to do was go to work. I'm never eager to miss a full eight hour shift anymore -- I need those shifts. He was clearly very worried about me, though, and to be honest, I was worried too. I insisted it was just an iron deficiency thing, because it's pretty obvious I don't have enough iron ... but no, he was very adamant that I get it checked out. If it was an iron thing, I could get something for it ... and if it wasn't, well, I'd find out what it was. So I got a hold of our best friends, who were off that day, and they said they'd take me to the hospital so Boyfriend could go to work. If both Boyfriend and I didn't show up, the manager on Saturdays would have a cow. She always thinks we're conspiring against her, so she'd definitely think we were just skipping work to be together.

So our best friends came to my rescue, and Boyfriend went to work. I called into work and my manager insisted, just like I had, that it was just an iron deficiency, but I should see a doctor anyway. So instead of going to the hospital, we went to a walk-in clinic, which is what I wanted to do the entire time. We waited there for awhile, and then I saw a doctor. He looked in my ears and got me to shake my head. As it turns out, I've got fluid in my ears, and that's what's making me dizzy. He gave me some free samples of antibiotics, so I wouldn't have to spend money, and that was that. I was out of the doctor before my shift at work had even started. I didn't go to to work, though -- I didn't want to go there just to get dizzy and possibly black out again.

My two besties and I spent the day watching the first season of The Big Bang Theory until Boyfriend was off work, and then we just all hung out after that. I was beginning to feel less than good again, so we called it a night early.


The next day, Sunday, we all had to work. I didn't shower that morning, because Boyfriend went alone and to be honest, I was scared to go by myself. It was silly, of course, but hey ... that was the first time I'd ever blacked out. I didn't want that to happen again.

At work, I don't know how many times I had to explain my absence the previous day, since most of the Sunday people work Saturdays as well. I also don't know how many times someone asked if I was pregnant and I had to say that no, I'm not. Boyfriend said an awful lot of people asked him if I was too. I have a feeling we'll be explaining ourselves for quite awhile, and I have a feeling that most people won't even bother to ask ... they'll just assume that I am. Which is just GREAT. Gotta love rumors!

After work, we all hung out again. I was intending on coming back home that night, because Boyfriend was starting his practicum the next day and would have to be up early ... but to no one's surprise, I ended up staying the night on Sunday as well. I decided I could spend Monday with my besties again, and Boyfriend had no problem leaving me at his place until they were ready to hang out.


So on Monday, I did just that. I hung out by myself at Boyfriend's house until my friends were ready to do something around noon. As it turns out, though, that opened up a can of worms and Boyfriend now has to move out of his basement room by July. It's really got nothing to do with me -- I guess I sort of just pushed his roommate over the edge.

I don't know the full story, so I won't go into detail ... but yeah. I guess I'm not supposed to stay there anymore (which should really be none of his roommate's or his landlord's business), which is really going to suck ... but hey, we'll talk about that later.


OH! I forgot to mention: Aden's dad took it upon himself to get rid of Aden's gorgeous blonde locks. That's right, he shaved Aden's head. I'm okay with a buzz cut ... but he ended up with a pretty close shave. It doesn't suit him, and I don't like it. I can't wait until it grows back!