Sick, Sick, Sick...

Waking up Saturday morning, I rolled over and stretched, just like every other morning. I discovered a slight stiffness in my neck and shoulders and just shrugged it off. I often wake up stiff from sleeping in kooky positions (or as payback for the positions I’d put my body into intentionally). Unfortunately, I couldn’t blame it on my Cowboy for once. So, I drug myself out of bed, figuring I’d put my grocery list together and then do some yoga to stretch myself out.

Halfway through my grocery list, I got up to get some water and was hit with an overpowering pain in my chest. It started along the base of my ribcage and up both sides and across my back. I could barely take a half-breath without igniting the pain further. I had no option but to lay down on the kitchen tile and pray to all that is holy that I wasn’t dying. As I lay there bawling, I started to shiver and shake and sweat like crazy. I felt like I was going to be very, violently ill and hoped I wouldn’t – I couldn’t get off the floor for anything. Then, suddenly, the pain was gone. After about five more minutes on the floor, I was fine. Go figure.

I got back up, finished my grocery list, and went to the store. Halfway through my shopping, it happened again, only not as severe. Odd. I called Albie, he met me at the store, paid for my groceries (gotta love my Albie), and took me home. After forcing me to lay down, he even put my food away. I may never find it again, but you know… it’s the thought that counts.

He took me to see Doc. And now the fun starts. Doc listened to the symptoms, did a few chest x-rays and an EKG. Told me he thought I was having a heart attack. NICE! Thanks, Doc! Luckily, the x-rays and EKG were both negative so we’re back to square one. No idea what’s going on. Fun. I get to fly out later in the week to see a cardiologist and go from there. So far today, I’m okay. Stiff and a bit sore, but no pain. YAY!

Will keep you updated. Hate to tell my Cowboy what’s going on. He’s gonna freak. Especially since he can’t get back here for at least three more weeks.

A very nervous,
Ali

Hmmm.... Again?

Well, it's been a few days, I see, but no worry - I am HERE! Were ya worried? Shouldn't be... just busy.

No ya perv, not busy like that. Although... that'd be nice... Mostly work. Darn people. Can you believe that they expect me to actually come in and work to get my paycheck? What kind of rip-off is that?

As for my cowboy, well, he's back out on the road doing his job. It'll probably be a few months before he's home again and that sucks. But... I guess I should be thankful he wants to come home. Right? Don't look at me like that. I'm just going to have to remind Red to remind her honey-bunny to bring a friend if he comes around sooner than my cowboy.

Oh, for cryin' out loud... I was only JOKING! Sheesh! What is it with you people? It's like the song says... "It took such a long time for me to find you don't make me let you go..." Do ya really think that I'm gonna screw this up intentionally? Of course not! There's too much chance that I'm gonna screw this up accidentally for me to do it on purpose!

Well just be that way then. I'm gonna go back to my book. *hmpf* If I can't have my cowboy, I'll settle for my vampires. *growls and shows fangs*

Yours grouchily,
Ali

What Makes You Think of Your Lover?

Doesn’t matter if it’s your boyfriend, girlfriend, wife, husband, whatever. What makes you stop in your tracks and think about them at odd moments?

A special song?
A certain scent?
The tinkle of laughter?

Whatever it is, when you hear it, see it, smell it, stop and breathe it in, make it a part of you. You never know how much longer they’ll be with you. And those memories are what makes the hard days easier and the good days so much better.

What reminds me of my cowboy? I’ll tell ya (since ya asked):

The warm desert breeze. He always teases me about how I can get the chills in 105ºF heat.

Thunderstorms. I love to cuddle under a blanket while the rain pours down, the thunder booms, and the lighting flashes. Cuddled up with him, it’s a perfect night.

Country music. Doesn’t even matter whom. He teases me so much about my taste in music that I can’t help but think of him whenever I listen to the radio. Certain songs bring him to mind more strongly… but that’s always the way.

Hat hair. Funny as it sounds, he wears the ‘rumpled’ look so well and is never as cute as when his hair’s standing on end.

That deep, masculine laughter. You know the kind. The type of laugh that holds promise of something more intimate. More personal.

The smell of leather. His boots, his jacket, whatever. It all makes me think of him.

And then I dream. And wish.

Do you?

A melancholy,
Ali

Hmmm...

So, Red's alive after all. Whoda thunk it? Not me. Not after a weekend with a hot stud.

Huh.

So then, why am I still alive then? I just had one too. A long weekend with a hot stud, that is. And not my first, either. *shurgs* Who knows and I'm not complaining.

All that I do know is that she's not made it home yet. Probably won't until later, if she's smart. Or lucky. I called her in sick. Shoulda called her in as 'rode hard and put away wet' but didn't think the higher-ups would have appreciated that one. We'd have gotten a giggle out of it though. How do they mark that kind of thing down in your personnel file anyway?

Inquiring minds...

Well, now that I know my best friend had a weekend to remember, I ought to go check on my boyfriend. I swear, he hasn't stirred in at least two hours. Better go make sure I didn't kill him.

Naaaah... a man can never have too much... ya know... Can he?

Hmmm... something else to think about. I'd try it out, but I'm not sure I wanna risk it.

Uh-oh...

I think I hear rustling of bedsheets. Better go investigate. *evil grin* If you don't hear from me for a few days... LEAVE ME ALONE!

Just kidding... I think...

Ali

Watering the Plants...

Well… apparently, it was a Code Red in the truest sense since here I stand, watering Scarlett’s plants. I guess it’s only fair. She’s been watering mine enough over the last several months.

I can’t help but grin at the thought of that.

But seriously, if she doesn’t call soon, I’m gonna send a search and rescue mission out after her. I do hope she’s enjoying herself. I suppose all I can do is water her plants and wait for all the gory, um I mean, juicy details.

*sigh*

Hmmm? What’s that honey? Oh. Okay…

Being paged. Rather urgently too, it sounds like. Will check in later. If he lets me.

*insert evil grin here*

As always,
Ali