I'm sad my five days off have come to a close. I go back to work tonight and will be on for the next six days. Not only will I be on 2 days longer this week than I normally am, each is a ten hour shift and it's a holiday weekend. I remember last year in Chicago, we had THE busiest day I've ever seen in our ER. I pray to God it isn't the same here in Austin.
Dallas was fun and relaxing. It was amazing to see Darren and Selena. I miss them both so much. I miss having friends like them. We spent the day in downtown Dallas riding a free trolley and eating gellato. Darren and I joked a whole bunch and it was just like old times, we didn't miss a frickin' beat! The drive up wasn't too bad and totally worth the sore ass I had once I got to the hotel. The night was spent relaxing in the pool and napping. I had a hell of a headache that night and retired earlyish to bed. I woke at 12 AM and realized I was on my own. I went to Waffle House and had the worst strawberry waffle ever. The grits were good as was the Red Bull I smuggled in and drank with my meal. Saying goodbye wasn't as hard as it was the last time but I got a bit teary once I closed my hotel room door. I know I'll see them both next week here in my beloved Austin. I have to come up with some kind of plan to show them the best of Austin! Details on that to come.
Saturday Afternoon, I picked Ronny up on my way back home. We took a nap and decided to go to Ginny's to see Johnny Falstaff for a little while. I wanted to stay longer but it was his birthday and he wanted to go to his bar, Baby Blues, for a little while and see his friends. We got home pretty early as we knew we had a long, long drive ahead of us on Sunday.
Sunday was fun. We got up about 10 ish and I was feeling groggy and sick. I will credit early morning and lack of Red Bull for this feeling. It passed and we were on our way to Port Aransas for a fun in the sun filled two days. I enjoyed the drive down. It was very scenic. I made it a point to avoid the major highways since I believe in the saying, "Getting there is half the fun." I tortured Ron with 1st Wave on XM radio and I'm pretty sure he won't be wanting to road trip with me again anytime soon. We were able to, however, compromise on a half assed punk station. They played some Rancid, Anti-Flag and then crapped out and played some rap shit that we both agreed sucked balls.
I didn't make a reservation at our destination with the intention of just walking in to a place. We found the beach, which you can DRIVE ON and I couldn't have been more excited. Actually, the whole drive down I was squealing at this or that. Ron just sat there. It was almost a slap in the face. His lack of excitement for the little things worries me. I feel like he has such little emotion for life and this became very obvious on our trip. I'm having second thoughts about continuing our relationship. It's been a rough 24 hours. Granted, we've only been seeing each other for a little under two months, we hit it off and things went kind of quick. I'm scared of hurting his heart but know in the end I must be true to my feelings.
Our last Morning in Port A sucked. We had a bit of an argument the night before which resulted in tears (his and mine). I woke early to vacuum and wash the car. I tried to leave him sleeping but he wanted to go with me. It was an awkward Morning. I asked him if he wanted to eat breakfast and he did. Part way through our meal, he turned green. He went outside as I paid and I found him amongst a pool of vomit. He continued to vomit for a few minutes and worry set in. We had to check out of the hotel in 30 minutes! I figured a late check out wouldn't be an issue since we were the ONLY people staying at The Blue Crab Inn. Wrong. The lady said, "We charge $10 an hour for late check outs." I was angry about that but had no choice. Ron was sick and he couldn't bear a 4 hour car ride in his condition.
The nausea, stomach cramps and headache subsided enough for us to get on the road by 1:30 which was two and a half hours later than I had wanted to head back to Austin. Regardless, I felt terrible for Ron and did everything I could to keep him comfortable and happy. Of course, I find myself doing this when he's not sick too. I have a lot to think about this week. With luck, this will all work itself out and no one will be hurt (too badly). I know my head is just a mess over the whole damn thing.
It's laundry time.
Glad you had a good time but sad you were sick.
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