New Loves

Desperation, saving face, and moving on quickly

Oy. This damn leg, I swear to God...
So I went to back to see my bff the surgeon last Tuesday and it's taken me the week to get over it. My swollen knee made him a little worried about infection, so he wanted to get a sample to send to the lab. Let me tell you, he'd make a good interrogator. Why, you ask? He ended up aspirating my knee, sans numbing medication. What does that mean, you ask? Disclaimer: this is a little gross. 
When he took fluid out of my knee the last time, it didn't feel great; it also wasn't the worst. I laid on the table waiting for it...then I'm pretty sure he stabbed a machete into my knee. It knocked the wind out of me, my back arched, and all my muscles tensed up. And it didn't stop for about 2 full minutes. It hurt like a bitch, I could feel the needle moving, and I'm pretty sure I could feel the crap coming out of my knee. It was fucking awful. Seriously fucking awful. When he finally finished making my life miserable, the syringe was full of junk. And it wasn't a regular, small syringe. It was 60 some ccs of unhappiness. 
I sat back up to get the skinny on what would happen next, and it only took about 20 seconds before I started to feel off. The Dr. Bff told me I looked a little woozy. Well, yes, I did feel like I might pass out from the IMMENSE PAIN you just caused me. So I had to lay back down, where I cried just a little bit, then get up in stages so I wouldn't faint and crack my head open. 
In my defense, the nurse was shocked that he didn't numb it. My assumption is that I'm a total BAMF for not dying. 

Back at the office, while I limped around on my seriously sore and swollen leg (but looking fantastically adorable whilst doing so), I had a visitor. It happened to be Hermes, Harry's brother that I had run into the weekend before. (Okay, just for the record, I do not think he's godlike...but he's all into sports and stuff). It was a nice little visit and we had a nice little chat. 

It turns out the anger in my knee is not an infection. That's good news, I think. The bad news is that it's still swollen and stupid. It doesn't really hurt, but it's very uncomfortable. It's making me walk weird again (the other day my boss said it reminded her of Sally from The Nightmare Before Christmas. Do movies need to be underlined? I don't care enough to look it up. It's there now) and the weird walking is making my foot swollen and sore. The problem is, I can't really figure out how to walk right. It's also (again) keeping me from sleeping. So most days I just try to stay awake and not scowl at anyone too intensely. I have to take an unhealthy amount of anti-inflammatories for a couple of weeks and see Dr. Bff if it doesn't help. My thoughts? If it was going to help (or the ice or elevation), it would be doing that by now. But I'm also not a doctor. So I'll be a good girl. 

Feeling kind of brave, I ended up asking Hermes if he wanted to get together for a movie on Friday. He brought some beer and we watched Casablanca. Something about the love stories they made back then is just so much better than the crap they churn out now. It was another nice time. 
BREAK! While Hermes was over hanging out, I received a text from Lindbergh. He told me that the fb would be saying that he's in a relationship and he wanted to tell me before I saw it or heard it from someone else. I was surprised, annoyed, and shocked all at once. I first made an awkward reply; later on I got mad. I told him that I'm glad he's moving on so quickly and is happy. Then I told him that I'm still having health problems, and dealing with them alone, because he couldn't be there. That I had spent the last few months trying to be able to look him in the eye and trying to feel normal, and fuck you very much for trying to shove your shiny new relationship in my face. BACK ON!
Hermes called me after he got home, and told me that he'd like to see me again. I agreed. Then he asked if it would be out of line to hope for something possibly more than friends. I said it would not. We got together for coffee the next day, and sat talking for a couple of hours.

Yesterday, I asked when we're getting together again. He asked if I'd like to go to a fancy dinner, because he wants to take me out. That was a nice thing to hear. 
I'm trying to be cautious; there are so many tricky pieces to this one. I'm not really sure how to handle it all, and I've never been overly excited about having to learn someone new. 
You know me...I'll take it all in stride. Or, you know, I'll take it hobbling along awkwardly.