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Trip (Please Don’t Fall)

Love Potion

Alex has booked his flight to come visit me for two weeks.

For my part, I can hardly contain myself. Every time I think about it, my heart starts to race.

The last time we tried this getting together thing, it ended disastrously. I either hit my head and had a seizure, or I had a seizure and hit my head; I can’t recall much past feeling a bit funny as I was walking through the airport in Houston, Texas, so the order in which it happened is unclear. (He thinks I’m clumsy enough that I may have just tripped over my own two feet and hit my head first).

So, I’m crossing my fingers and my toes that this time everything goes smoothly. I mean, he’s a little less accident prone than I am (I think), so I imagine his odds of arriving in one piece are significantly higher than mine.

We’ll be celebrating our one year anniversary during his visit. I think it adds a very nice sense of occasion, of course, but it would be a special occasion if he showed up on any given day. A stormy Monday would be the best day ever, if it was the day he showed up. For the record, I hate storms and Mondays.

I can hardly believe it’s been almost a whole year that we’ve been together. I just hope it’s the first of many, many more.

It’s six weeks yet to go before he gets here, and already I’m wondering how I’m going to bear seeing him off at the airport when it’s time for him to leave. I joke that I’m just not going to let him leave, but must confess I may only be half joking. I probably shouldn’t be admitting to that, because now if I drug him and chain him to the basement wall, well… you know. I’ve left a trail of evidence.

10 Responses to Trip (Please Don’t Fall)

  • Your accident sounds odd to me. Are you or have you ever been subject to seizures? Maybe this should be looked into. Could there have been bright and/or flashing lights at the airport that could have provoked a seizure?
     
    For now, best concentrate on the Alex thing. I know what waiting for a much desired event is like and it is almost painful. Best too at this point to concentrate on him arriving and being there. Worry about the other bit, the departure, later.
     
    I think you two need to make plans about being together permanently. Keeping together a distance relationship that shows no sign of resolution is hard and goes on getting harder. If you have a reasonably solid plan for the future that helps. It’s like being on a boring journey: knowing you will arrive at the destination at a specific time makes it more bearable.

    • I had seizures as a child, and was prescribed dilantin (phenytoin, an anti-convulsant). After being seizure-free for a couple of years, I was weaned off the drug and didn’t have another seizure for many years.

      In fact, I didn’t experience any more seizures until after I failed to properly descend a set of stairs and suffered traumatic brain injury. I had two within a short time after that.

      So, because i can’t remember things clearly my doctors are actually quite a bit curious about the order in which the events in Houston occurred. Did I have a seizure because I (yet again) did damage to my head, or no? As for the bright/flashing lights, I suppose there could have been, but I honestly can’t remember anything at all except that I felt a bit “funny”. After that, my next memory is waking up in hospital.

      I’m trying not to focus too much on the end of the visit that hasn’t even happened yet, honestly. We do have a plan for being together permanently, or at least a general outline, although admittedly there’s not a confirmed date for the actual move, just yet. We’re looking at me moving over there, but there are of course hoops to jump through.

  • It sounds as though the doctors are at least taking the matter in hand and that’s what counts. I’m glad about that.
     
    Moving to another country is quite a big step but lots of Americans do come to live in the UK and say they like it. The boss of Tigger’s firm is an US ex-pat and an Anglophile and has made his life here. At least we speak (roughly!) the same language!

    • The same language, roughly… yes.

      They’re keeping a close eye on me right now. For the time being I check in once a week and have orders to turn up at hospital if I “feel funny” like I did in Houston. And of course I don’t have an “all clear” to travel yet, hence Alex coming to me.

      I think I will absolutely love the UK. I have a friend who initially moved there only because of love, having no particular fondness for the UK itself, and she wound up thrilled with both the husband and the new home.

      As Alex likes to tell me that I’m “more British than [he is]”, I might even fit in fairly well.

      • Let’s hope they soon diagnose the problem and control it so you can get back to the business of living your life.
         
        I am biased, of course, but I think the UK is a good place to live. It is very varied, culturally and geographically, for a small country and there are always new things to discover and be fascinated by.

        • Yes, here’s hoping!

          As to your bias, I certainly understand it. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate the United States or anything, and despite its flaws, there are some lovely things about the it, too, but I’ve been in love with the UK for as long as I can remember. Or at least, the idea of it, since I’ve yet to go.

          • There are many differences between our two countries, some obvious, some less so. For example, what I noticed when I went to New York was how loud everyone was. They were more outgoing and ready to engage with you than is the norm here. So when you do come here, your first impression may be how staid and reserved people seem. Yet once the ice is broken, they’re as chatty as anyone else.
             
            I hated New York, by the way. A nightmare designed by Disney.

            • For what it’s worth, I hated New York, too. Mind you, I’ve only been to New York City once, but it was a miserable experience for me. Too many people talking at me, too much traffic, too much noise.

              I’m a somewhat reserved person, at least with people that I don’t know well, but chatty with the people I do, so that really works for me.

  • This sounds very interesting! Hope it all goes well for you

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