Well, I have decided to write this post while I wait for my family to be ready to go to breakfast. As is our custom.
Many things have happened this week but the important ones are the ones that follow.
Starting on Monday, I was feeling a little sick, yet I woke up in time for University. I then found someone on MSN, with whom I chatted for a while and have been for the past week, and came to find that I really, really, absolutely have become addicted to him. So much that it's even painful not to talk to him a couple of days, but alas our time zones are different.
The last week has made me feel really good, talking to him.
Now, I know what you're thinking... "SLUT!" I know, I know, I have a boyfriend and yet I still talk to this guy, but don't worry, he knows I do. Now here comes the trick part.
Earlier this week I was taken to the hospital with horrible, HORRIBLE lower back pains. Yeah, I've already been scolded for not calling an ambulance by half my friends and the special guy I was telling you about. So please, no more!!! Anyway, I decided to disregard it until the pain was unbearable, which by then my parents were there to take me to the hospital. It felt as if someone was stabbing my kidneys. Not that I have been stabbed before, but I imagine that's how it must feel. I was almost in tears of pain as I was rushed to the hospital, where the minute I laid on the emergency bed they pinched me about 4 times with a needle the size of a 12 inch dick. My veins collapsed from the pain, and coupled with me being apparently dehydrated, they simply could not get my blood to flow. Eventually they found a good vein and when they pinched me I started squirting blood everywhere, half the bed where I was laying was covered in red Alex juice.
By the way, one of my readers, is a doctor if I recall correctly. I may be a medical engineer student but I still prefer doctors telling me what's wrong :P. How in tarnation did that happen? Bet my blood was all thick and gooey from lack of water.
Several tests were run on me, blood, urine, x ray, ultrasound~. And meds and syrup (maple :P) ok serum were fed into me intravenously. I also got to be driven around on the bed by a cute nurse who helped me keep calm by saying the dumbest jokes I've ever heard...but did strangely help.
Anyway, the reason why I was the way I was shall remain classified, as it is too embarrassing, but I reckon some of you will figure it out.
Well, my boyfriend did not even call me to check on me, and it's not like no one knew, I had 5 friends come visit me at the hospital while I was laying down there in pain. He was bound to find out. But out of giving him the benefit of doubt, I did not make a big deal out of it. Until I told him, and he said basically, "Oh, yeah? Don't worry, could have lived without you.". Now, maybe some of you will say I overreacted... but, really, did I? So I got mad at him, we fought blablabla, back to the same routine before we broke up. You know, the works. And it's been this way, like I suspected it would be, the whole week. So forgive me if I have found someone who makes me laugh uncontrollably and blush and gives me a general feeling of wellbeing.
That being said, and knowing he (special guy) reads this blog, I will now write a new paragraph concerning both of them. And I certainly wish he didn't read my blog but... well. I am now at a loss.
On one hand... I have this gorgeous guy, who makes me laugh, feel good, and who seems to be into me as much as I am into him. A guy who is worth it enough to get up at 6 AM for, if even just to say Hi. Who's accent I can't understand at times because British people just have cool accents :P, but I don't tell him because I'd seem dumb, I reckon. Who enjoys making me blush. Who is very, VERY darn intelligent but seems to ignore the fact. But who just happens to live on the other side of the world.
On the other... I have a guy here, who I've been with for a while now, and with who I realize that this probably won't work out same as it didn't the first time we went about it. But... he is here. And he was the one who asked for me back. He is a royal asshole most of the time, but he does have his good side. And when it comes out it truly does shine. Except I don't know if he shines enough to overcome the darkness in which I'm engulfed every time he makes me feel like crap.
So now I'm having a dilemma, trying to choose between both. Why dilemma? Because I don't think it's fair to special guy if I have a boyfriend and on top of it all talk with him the way I do. It just doesn't seem right. And it's not like it would be long distance with special guy forever. I'm actually planning on studying in the UK next year, but that's still a whole year away. I've been down this road sort of already, and distance can pain.
I've consulted with my friends, and they all pretty much agree to disagree and have mixed feelings on the whole situation. Oh readers, whatever shall I do?
Other random things of this week include me being sick like hell, skipping school because of it, having had a Medical Imaging System yesterday Friday. Lots of homework and stress.
Hmmm.
Alex-
P.S. Dear miss J friend of very special guy of mine, please help him not misunderstand this post.
Pues, decidí escribir un post mientras espero a mi familia a que estén listos para ir a desayunar. Como es nuestra costumbre.
Muchas cosas pasaron esta semana, pero las importantes son las siguientes.
El lunes me empecé a sentir mal, pero aún así me levanté a tiempo para la Universidad. Y me encontré a alguien en el MSN con quien platiqué por un rato y llevo haciéndolo toda la semana. Y he encontrado que estoy real y absolutamente adicto a él. Tanto así, que hasta me duele no poder hablar con el un par de día, pero bueno, nuestros husos horarios son diferentes.
Me he sentido súper bien, hablando con el en ésta semana.
Ya sé que estan pensando... "Golfo!" Lo sé, lo sé, tengo novio y aún así hablo con este chavo, pero no se preocupen, el sabe que lo tengo. Ahora viene la parte interesante.
En la semana me llevaron al hospital con dolores horribles, horribles en la zona de los riñones. Si, ya me regañaron todos por no hablarle a una ambulancia, también me regaño el chavo especial del que les estaba platicando. Así que, por favor, no más!!! En fín, decidí no hacerle caso al dolor hasta que se volvió insoportable, y para entonces mis papases (ya se que son padres jaja) llegaron y me llevaron al hospital. Sentía como si alguien me estuviera apuñalando en los riñones.
Nunca me han apuñalado pero imagino que así es como se sentirá. Casi lloro del dolor cuando me llevaban a la sala de urgencias, donde tan pronto me acosté en la cama de emergencias me picaron como 4 veces con una aguja del tamaño de una cosota de aquellas. Se me colapsaron las venas del dolor, y encima como supuestamente estaba deshidratado pues namás no me salía la sangre. Eventualmente encontraron una buena y me picaron y ya la sangre empezó a salir por todos lados.
Me hicieron muchos examenes, de sangre, orina, rayos x, etc. Me pusieron suero y medicamentos intravenosamente. También me paseó un enfermero bastante lindo, y me contaba chistes muy tontos para que me calmara.
Bueno, la razón por que la que estaba como estaba permanecerá secreta, por que me da mucha pena, pero seguro muchos de ustedes ya saben.
Bueno, mi novio jamás me llamo para checar que me había pasado, y no es como si no se pudiera haber enterado cuando 5 amigos mios fueron a vistarme al hospital mientras estaba tirado del dolor. Tuvo que haberse enterado. Pero por darle el beneficio de la duda, no hice pancho por ello. Hasta que le dije y me respondió, "Ah sí? No te preocupes, puedo vivir sin ti.". Ahora, tal vez algunos digan que lo tomé demasiado a pecho... pero, realmente lo hice? Me enojé con el, peleamos blablabla, la misma rutina de antes de cortar. Ya saben. Y así ha sido, como sospeché que lo sería, toda la semana. Así que perdonenme si he encontrado a alguien que me hace reir sin control y me hacer sonrojar, y me hacer sentir bien en general.
Ahora estoy confundido.
Por un lado, tengo a este chavo guapísimo, que me hacer reír, sentir bien, y que parece gustar de mi tanto como yo de el. Que vale la pena levantarse a las 6 de la mañana solo para decirle hola. Que tiene un acento que no entiendo a veces por que los británicos tienen acento chido, pero no le digo por que parecería tonto, supongo. Le encanta hacerme sonrojar. Y es muy, MUY inteligente pero no se da cuenta. Pero vive en el otro lado del mundo.
Por el otro, tengo a un chavo aquí, con quien ya he estado por un tiempo, y con quien me doy cuenta de que esto no va a funcionar igual que no funcionó la primera vez. Pero... está aqui. Y el fue el que me pidió otra oportunindad. Puede ser un hijo de la chingada mayoría del tiempo, pero tiene un lado bueno. Y cuando ves ese lado, realmente brilla. Pero no se si brilla lo suficiente para deshacerse de la oscuridad que me envuelve cada vez que me hace sentir como mierda.
Así que ahora tengo un dilema, tratando de escoger entre los dos. ¿Por qué dilema? Porque no creo que sea justo para el chavo especial que yo tenga novio y encima hable con el como hablamos. Simplemente no me suena bien. Y no es como si por siempre viviríamos lejos. Estoy planeando estudiar en el Reino Unido el año que viene. Pero aún falta un año entero. Ya caminé este camino antes, mas o menos, y la distancia es dolorosa.
Ya lo consulté con mis amigos, y nadie se pone de acuerdo. Ah, mis lectores, que haré?
Hmmm.
Alex-
Listening to/Escuchando: KT Tunstall - Other side of the world. HAHA, just kidding.
Listening to/Escuchando: Blind Melon - Deserted
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