Sunday, September 10, 2006

It's all about a compromise, dah-ling!

I had my second fill yesterday - an extra 1cc of saline. The whole process was over in less than 5 minutes and left me 90 GBP poorer. To be perfectly honest I don’t think it’s going to make one iota of difference but here’s to hoping. Patience, Grasshopper.

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Yesterday was also fraught with much anxiety and trepidation. Rob phoned me on Friday night and told me that his flight details had been changed by his company. Instead of flying out on Thursday morning, he was scheduled on a flight out of Heathrow on Saturday evening. Damn. My heart sank. The reason he was flying out on the Thursday was because a mate and I were heading out on the same day for Riga (Latvia) for five days. How could I go back on plans I had made with a close mate months ago? I was absolutely torn. I mean, how could I possibly go off globe trekking with my friend (a male friend at that!) when the man I love and plan to spend the rest of my life with, would be sitting in my apartment for three days on his own? Rob had said to me that it was fine; he knew we had had this trip planned for months. By the end of the conversation though, he asked if there was any way my mate could find someone else to go with him at short notice. I had a restless night’s sleep – tossing and turning and ending up with a huge, knotty bird’s nest in my hair. By the morning, I had worked out a compromise. I could fly out on the Friday instead. This would mean a) my mate would have to fend for himself Thursday and most of Friday and b) Rob would only have to spend a day by himself instead of three. It meant that I would have to forfeit my existing flight ticket (if you are a no show on the day of departure, airlines cancel your return journey). I finally plucked up enough courage to ring my mate and explain the situation (it took me four hours to call him because I felt so bad about stuffing up our travel plans … I even had to ring a girlfriend to run the whole scenario and proposal by her! LOL!). Thankfully, my mate was very understanding. In the space of 5 hours, an airfare that was 140 GBP went up to 215 GBP. Phwoar! Bloody daylight robbery ... especially since my original return flight cost me a measley 90 GBP.

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Last night I attended a ‘dinner party’ at my girlfriend’s place … which I could not truly partake in (yet again!). I ended up telling my girlfriend about the op earlier in the week when I knew I would be getting a fill (meaning I would be on fluids for 2-3 days). For the past 7 weeks, every time we have got together I have either been a) not eating because of the op (which was believable for about two weeks) or b) on fluids only because I ‘haven’t felt well’. I knew her suspicions were being roused and would only be further piqued if I turned up not eating at her dinner party. So I spilled the beans. She was a gem about it. I arrived at her apartment with soup and chocolate torte in hand (although I wasn’t able to eat it, it looked irresistible!). She served the bland looking soup with the same flourish she served the salmon with – bless her!

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Yesterday’s events reminded me of what I have always known ... I have the most amazing friends ... they are understanding, non-judgmental and are always there to support me. I am one very lucky soul.

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