Love me, catch me!
Yay! I went on a date with a Navy Seal, how about that one? He took me to Mongolian BBQ in downtown Ann Arbor because that was the place we went to on our first date like three years ago *how cute is that* I was scared at one point because one of my symptoms is that I can’t really sit or stand for a long period of time. This is why its not a big suprise to see me pass out after just sitting down. Anyways, I took a sip of my pop and started moving my legs around to kinda “shake” the feeling off, and it helped a bit. The last thing I wanted was to pass out in front of him. I did it once before in high school in the class we shared…I was mortified.
Dating is always a touch and go subject with this heart problem. Its very embaressing to pass out and get sick in public, especially in front of a boy you like. If you can surround yourself with understanding people, the better. I know most guys out there don’t mind it, but it can be a pain in the you know what. I get so scared and nervous going on dates because I keep thinking about getting sick at the table, or passing out face first into my food. Ugh! The things a girl has to do for love!
I am lucky because my family is used to me, and my longtime friends are used to me. My mom and friends Ashley and John don’t even freak out when I pass out or get sick. They just do the steps: put feet up, drink some pop, and just wait for it pass. I like that attitude rather than “OH MY GOD! SHE IS SICK!! CALL THE COPS! CALL THE AMBULANCE! CALL THE POPE!” I know its scary, believe me. Just got to keep calm!
Alright, I am gonna go work out at my dad’s gym now. Gotta get myself back in shape. I hate how medications can have stupid side effects. Lucky me, my medication has made me gain weight. I guess its better than growing another head or something.
Until we meet again…
March 20th, 2007 at 7:46 pm
Ah yes, Navy Seals. You know the ones. “Honey, I’m going to work!” Grabs the secret duffel out of the gun cabinet, heads out the door … you don’t worry when there’s not a peep for a month … something on the other side of the planet dissolves into nothingness without warning … six weeks later, you hear, “Honey, I’m home!” “How was work, dear?” Oh, same old, same old …”
You have to be strong to be a Seal wife, Jess. Sounds as though you have that in spades.
March 20th, 2007 at 9:38 pm
Oh no worries here! No marriage to a Navy Seal, a circus clown, or anyone else anytime soon.
March 21st, 2007 at 7:04 am
Ah yes, Circus Clowns. You know the ones. “Honey, I’m going to work!” Grabs the secret duffel out of the gun cabinet, heads out the door … you don’t worry when there’s not a peep for a month … something on the other side of the planet dissolves into nothingness without warning …
Well, why else would people think clowns are so scary??