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What A Day.2003-06-24 - 1:25 a.m. So yesterday (Sunday) morning, Bunn was kind of complaining all day about a pain on his right side just below his rib cage. I tried to get him to go to the Convenient Care place, but he poo-pooed that in favor of going to Swedish Days in Geneva. We had a great time. Actually, we had a great weekend. I'll backtrack... Friday I stayed home from work, he got off work early, and we went for manicures and pedicures. Always fun. After that, he had a bachelor party to go to. The plan was to start at his office with pizza and beer, then head for the gambling boat. Well. Guess who came strolling into my bedroom a little after 4 in the morning $3700 richer... Saturday morning he took off to go see his son's 9:00 baseball game then came back to my place around 1. Off to the mall we went. He ended up with a bracelet, a really cool 'Tommy Bahama' Hawaiian shirt, new sunglasses, and I can't remember what else... I scored a beautiful pair of earrings! I also got a couple outfits for Vegas, and some sandals. Saturday night was the graduation party at Janina's. We actually had a really good time. Fast forward to Sunday when Bunn woke up in pain. Blah, blah, blah - we went to Swedish Days and had a ball. He came back to my place and he took a little nap before taking off around 8ish to go home. I called him this morning around 5:30 or so and he was still sleeping! He decided to call-in to work and take himself to the hospital. Good call. They ended up removing his gallbladder this evening around 9. He was a trooper. He was also hopped-up on Demerol all day/night... So yeah, I left work this afternoon to go be with him, and then I'm off tomorrow to take care of him. I can't wait. I also talked to his mom on the phone this evening - she sounds really nice. And speaking of nice - you know who really isn't? Kurt's ex-girlfriend. Apparently they were on the phone a few weeks ago talking when she made a disparaging comment about me being fat. She was also apparently shocked when he told her she was a fucking cunt. Guess Ms. "I'm-going-to-live-off-my ex-husband-for-the-next-18-months-while-I- find-myself" Melanie isn't so sweet after all. Go figure. (Yeah, I'll probably delete that last part in the morning, but at this hour it seems fitting.) (So it's morning now and instead of deleting it, I added to it. Guess that little remark bothered me more than I thought, and I'm sick of hearing everything she tells him in their conversations and not being able to respond...) Looking back... Just Pix - 2005-02-08
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