okay- had a bit of an issue last night, but I am actually surprised at how I managed to handle it.
Went out, of course, for St. Pat's day yesterday. My boyfriend was working until 7, so I ended up going to a friend's house, where we promptly started drinking at 3 or 4 in the afternoon (which is actually later than we started last year). We headed to a pub in Ottawa's market district at 6pm (they were already packed with lines outside), and ended up outside on a semi-heated patio, because not only were there smokers with us, but there was no way I was staying in a packed, sweaty pub with people who probably started drinking earlier than we did.
Anyway, while we were outside freezing out collective arses off (thinking that we would be inside somewhere, I was wearing fluorescent pink stiletto's with nylon sockettes- BIG mistake when outside in -15C weather, with the heat lamps above your head). When my boyfriend got off work, he showered and joined us (thank god we knew the bouncer- he never would have gotten in). He has a pint and a half at the bar at around 9pm, and then we ended up going back to a friends house about an hour later. He had 2 beers there, and at around midnight we took a cab home.
Well, we get home, he gets undressed, and decides that he is tired and wants to go to bed. I had the drunken munchies (the drunchies), so I started to make myself something to eat. He is in bed for about 2 minutes, then I hear him get up and say "not good, not good at all". I asked him what was wrong, and he didn't answer- only headed to the bathroom and closed the door.
Well, even if he was trying to muffle the sound, I still heard it from the livingroom. I opened the window, and tried to drown it out with the television. The funny thing is that I wasn't really panicking- I was kind of grossed out, but not freaking out (pacing, shaking, etc- which usually happens when I am in close proximity to someone who is vomitting). After about 5 minutes (damn, it never takes me that long), he comes out an announces that he feels much better, and then procedes to head to the fridge and mow down on nanaimo bars (really sweet brownie-type dessert). Then comes over and tries to give me a kiss goodnight! Yeah, like those pukey lips are even TOUCHING mine that night. That, and I was sure that eating something so sweet after being sick and not having anything else in his stomach was sure to make him sick again.
I didn't freak out, I didn't have to leave, ate something- and I even slept beside him. Weird- I know that when this has happened with friends/family/other boyfriends in the past, I have always been outta so fast you could have seen my outline in smoke like on a Bugs Bunny cartoon. I don't know if this is a sign that I really love him, because I can stick by his pukey butt even though I don't necessarily want to- or that I am making some headway in getting rid of this damned phobia. Hopefully both.
I also think this further reiterates the fact that it is the actual substance that I am scared of- not necessarily someone who is ill. He was in the bathroom- even though I could hear him, I knew that he made it to the toilet and there wasn't going to be a mess. Maybe if he wouldn't have made it- or he was sick in a garbage bag or something, I would have reacted differently.
Either way, glad he's semi back to normal today. I think the fact that we picked up his new car (he hasnt had a vehicle since he moved here from California in October) made him so excited. He literally turned into a 5 year old with a new Tonka Truck.
*amber*
ps- does this mean I have bragging rights that I can outdrink my boyfriend, who is two inches taller and 60 lbs heavier? [img]smileys/smilies_02.gif[/img]
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Originally Posted by crimgoddess
I really appreciate the kind words
