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In his words, he'll either come back "with new lungs, or in a body bag". He threw a big bash with everyone to see him off.
The whole evening was fantastic - it always is with his gatherings. I spent half the night sitting in the entry way with some old girlfriends, two of whom were already quite drunk upon arrival, laughing so hard we were crying. Highlights included conversations about our awesome Fluevog shoes and Net's ability to scratch her name into her arm, which I revealed is called "dermographia". T quipped that it sounded like a superhero, which prompted a series of absolutely ridiculous - but oh-so hilarious - jokes.
When James had to return to the hospital we went off in different directions. I went to a pub with the girls (via cab), and texted Curtis from a stall in the ladies room with, "I have no idea where I am, but 'Eye of the Tiger' is playing in the bathroom". It was followed by a series of increasingly less comprehensible messages over the course of the evening. Curtis saved a few to show me later. The only one I can figure out said something about using coasters.
I've only been drunk twice in my life, and both times with these girls; they're becoming a bad influence.
Somehow I managed to not to have a most epic hangover today, and for that I'm thankful.... but also mystified.
Earlier this afternoon I picked James up from his house and drove him out to this awesome park filled with craggy trees and moss-covered rocks. The whole aura is so dramatic - I love it. We planned it for the perfect time of day: right at sunset. I had a few ideas I didn't do because I was nervous as all hell (for some reason?...), but I'm thrilled with what I have. I just need to keep working on that confidence thing, which is especially worse with friends.
We spent the whole time chatting about online love and gaming. Absolute geekery in its natural habitat.
I pulled out my favourites as soon as I got home and spent an entire movie night sitting on the couch working on them.
Come home safe, James.
Curtis' surgery is tomorrow morning.
I am absolutely fucking terrified. It has become a forbidden topic in the house - any time it passes through my mind for a moment, I can feel the adrenaline surging through my chest.
Ironically, tomorrow is also a DITL day, and I think I'm going to actually bring my camera with me all day so I have something else to focus on and "do" during the long periods where I'm waiting and waiting... I need something to do that doesn't involve pacing outside the OR waiting room, wishing they had an operating theatre. As horrible as that sounds, I think I'd feel much much better about it all if I could watch.
Dad is driving down to hold my hand. He'll arrive at the hospital shortly after Curtis goes under. Curtis and I need to be there, and ready, by 6am... and with the cleansing ritual he has to do prior to arriving we'll have to get up around 4:30 in order to make it on time. I don't think I'll sleep at all. It's almost midnight as I write this and I've already spent the last three hours in a constant state of panic - I don't think I'll miraculously become calm any time soon.
Curtis gave me a handful of pharmaceuticals in hopes one of them, or a combination, would do something to help me sleep for at least two hours, but I have little confidence that I'll be out more than a moment or two.
I love him so much it hurts me.
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