The Road to Recovery.
When my fever finally broke on Thursday the tooth pain set in… not exactly a trade I’d have been readily accepting of. I was literally standing there with the pliers wanting to yank the damn thing out right then, but… that’s a lot easier said than done apparently. Friday consisted of calling the dentist to get the earliest appointment possible, which was Monday, and getting a prescription for the strongest pain killer he could call in. You see, my dentist, like many others, doesn’t work Friday… yay for their three day weekends, right.
Since I had been feeling okay with the codiene and the horrid tension headaches had subsided along with an end to the fevers — though I still felt generally ill, I decided to go with Patrick on Saturday to Baltimore. Of course come Saturday mid-morning I had spiked a fever again and, well, it just didn’t seem like a good idea to venture so far away from home when feeling so poorly, so I cancelled that. He did stop by on the way home and brought me flowers, which was very sweet, and also picked up the second blue lamp I needed for the nightstands downstairs, so now I have a matched set.
Sunday night he called and invited me up for dinner with him, Andrew, and this Chris fellow (whom I’d talked to online enough to want to meet him). I probably wouldn’t have gone, considering how I wasn’t feeling particularly good, but I did want to meet Chris and getting out of the house was kind of a good idea. Once I got there I realized that I indeed had some pretty heavy duty ‘brain fog’ happening, but overall I was alright… still feeling like I’d been hit by some sort of large public transportation vehicle though. It was nice to meet Chris, he’s very cuddly, which at times I think had Patrick a little on the ‘err’ side, lol… of course that made me the ‘mac-daddy’ of sorts, with men cuddled up with me on both sides. It was funny and enjoyable. In a sense it’s kind of what I think spending time with both Patrick & Jon would be like… though that would probably be a bit more furtive.
Speaking of Jon, I’ve not really had much time to talk with him lately at all. Being so ill certainly hasn’t helped, but I guess his schedule hasn’t been very conducive either. Most of the time I’ve been able to talk with him for even a brief couple of minutes he’s been ‘at a friend’s house’ or something similar and I get the bit about he’s not really able to talk. He’s with his ‘guy’ until Thursday, when he leaves for Texas for several days, so there’s no chance for me to see him until afterwards. I guess if I’m to be honest about it I’m a little jealous of that other guy… not from a boyfriend standpoint, but more of just the fact that I don’t get to spend as much time with Jon as I want to. Maybe, hopefully, that will be changing as I’ll have free roam now that my brother David has bought a new car and I can use the Festiva whenever I’d like. I don’t know, I just don’t quite feel important enough… that’s never a feeling I’ve liked. While I’m not particularly a whore for attention, I like more than I’m getting at present in that situation. Oh well, this is where one might typically say they are not complaining, but I am, though only a little bit as a random sort of thought. I think a lot of it has to do with how I feel like I need to pry basic information out of him, lol…
Overall though, now lacking a tooth after the visit to the dentist today (Monday) and being generally sore from that, I am feeling a bit better though. Things are starting to slowly work like they’re supposed to and I’m not inundated with pain like I was. This is leading to the effect of feeling a bit restless & otherwise “stircrazy” because I now want to go and do stuff… since I feel like I’ve wasted an entire two weeks of my life being ill.