So much different from my first
Got a message from Chad the other night.
Him: [I’ve got the flu.] Would it be possible for you to teach class tomorrow night?
Me: Sorry to hear that. OK.
I’ve actually covered class a couple of times in the past, so that part was fine – kinda fun, I gotta say, because I got to focus on some things that I both really like and need to work on.
What I messed up in, though, was that I scheduled my second colonoscopy for the very next day and had to be up at 5AM doing god-awful stuff to myself.
So, I went in, taught the class, rolled around, and bolted as soon as I could get off the mats and shower.
Her: You did a good job.
Me: You think?
Her: (nodding) That’s one of my favourite moves and you explained it well.
Me: Thanks! That means a lot to me. I appreciate the vote of confidence.
If you’re a long-time reader, you know that I got a colonoscopy almost exactly eight years ago.
Alison made me orange jello.
Don’t remember much about the first time except that she came to pick me up. See, when you have a procedure under anesthesia, you’re required to have someone pick you up.
I remember that Alison took a half-day off from work and came to get me. Didn’t tell you any of that part because it was a such small thing about our day-to-day life.
Had no idea that day that she would be dying less than a year later.
Who the fuck would ever think such a thing?
I didn’t tell you that when she opened the door, she had the widest smile when she saw me.
With the exception of my son, don’t think anyone was ever that happy to see me ever in life.
She thought I was greatest thing and I thought she must have self-esteem issues to think that she couldn’t do better than a fella like me.
Don’t remember what she said when she saw me. I’m sure it was something like, Are you ok, honey?
But I remember that smile. I loved it so.
I remember I was still dazed from the anesthesia and when she came in – despite our being together for years by that point – thought I was the luckiest guy on the planet that such an important, smart, and pretty girl would take time outta her busy day to pick a nobody like me and make sure I got home ok.
I’ll finish this tomorrow.
I hate the goddamn holidays…
Location: home, putting up a Christmas tree and trying to forget things
Mood: sober for now
Music: don’t wanna see what I’ve seen (Spotify)
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