My New Years Eve
My boyfriend James and I have been together for 2.5 years and we have never spent a New Years Eve together. Our first New Years Eve he was in so much pain from his legs injuries that he staid home, our second New Years Eve he was in Oklahoma recovering from one of his leg surgeries, and finally on our third New Years Eve I was excited to see him and get that New Years Eve kiss, finally.
A couple of days before NYE James told me that he was going to my uncle's house to work in his workshop. That only meant one thing, my boyfriend was going to be like a kid in a candy store having the proper space and tools to work on his craft. The night before NYE I told James, which is very much unlike me, to be at my house by 4:30 PM. Which he said, "We'll see." or "I'll try." and then I stressed, "Please be here before it gets dark." That was that. I thought it was a little weird that I even told him that to begin with.
Around 1 PM on NYE I text James and asked him if he was at the workshop and he did not respond which only meant that he was working in the shop. It was around 4 PM and I had not heard from it, then it was starting to get dark, and my phone rang. It was my uncle. He said, "I don't know what I'm going to do with that boyfriend of yours." and my heart sank, "What? Why? What happened?" and he said, "Well, I don't know. Your aunt came to the house in a panic saying that James had cut himself and that your grandfather was going to take him to Urgent Care."
My heart was racing a mile a minute.
I spoke to my aunt and she wanted to know where the urgent care was in the town that James is from. I had no idea. James had forgotten his wallet and his cellphone and my aunt wanted to get it to him. Everyone at my uncle's house suggested to my aunt that James would be in the Emergency Room. We hung up and I paced the room, I did not know what to do. I did not know if I should cry or be okay. I did not know if I should have called his mother, I certainly did not want to worry her, considering that I had no way of getting in contact with him, and I had no idea where he was. I asked a stupid question to my brother and sister, "Should I go to the emergency room???" (It's a couple of towns down, not in my same town.) and my brother thought for a moment and said, "Yes, let's go." I thought that was so sweet. My brother and sister were coming with me and I am glad they did.
Long story made shorter....
James was not at the ER, James was not at Doctors On Duty, and James was not at two other Urgent Cares. I was worried. I called my uncle back and he had not heard from my grandfather or James but he did tell me that he looked around his work shop and James had been working with a router and there was some blood on the floor but not enough to suggest that it was very bad aka losing a finger. We were about to hang up when my uncle said: "Oh, grandpa is here, let me put you on the phone with him."
"Julie, James is dying on you." is what that old man said to me when he got on the phone. LOL. He explained that he got a cut, he did not lose a finger, it was not very bad, James was on his way to his house to shower, and then he was going to come to my house for NYE. My worries were soothed. I thanked my grandfather for taking James to get help from a doctor and my grandfather said, "James is very repentant for having not listened to you when you advised him to be at your house at a certain time." I just started laughing. He went on to further explain how James was expecting to feel my wrath when he got to my house.
My siblings and I met James at his house and spent time with his mom while James took a shower. Thirty minutes later or so we were back on the road headed to my house. I was drained. My mind was racing with all of these wild thoughts of him losing his finger(s) and being in extreme pain and then I was relieved to find out that he was OK.
It took me an hour or two to really get my emotions and nerves under control and I enjoyed the rest of the night spending time with my family, James, and some of his friend. The NYE kiss was the best one I have ever had.
Happy New Year!
A couple of days before NYE James told me that he was going to my uncle's house to work in his workshop. That only meant one thing, my boyfriend was going to be like a kid in a candy store having the proper space and tools to work on his craft. The night before NYE I told James, which is very much unlike me, to be at my house by 4:30 PM. Which he said, "We'll see." or "I'll try." and then I stressed, "Please be here before it gets dark." That was that. I thought it was a little weird that I even told him that to begin with.
Around 1 PM on NYE I text James and asked him if he was at the workshop and he did not respond which only meant that he was working in the shop. It was around 4 PM and I had not heard from it, then it was starting to get dark, and my phone rang. It was my uncle. He said, "I don't know what I'm going to do with that boyfriend of yours." and my heart sank, "What? Why? What happened?" and he said, "Well, I don't know. Your aunt came to the house in a panic saying that James had cut himself and that your grandfather was going to take him to Urgent Care."
My heart was racing a mile a minute.
I spoke to my aunt and she wanted to know where the urgent care was in the town that James is from. I had no idea. James had forgotten his wallet and his cellphone and my aunt wanted to get it to him. Everyone at my uncle's house suggested to my aunt that James would be in the Emergency Room. We hung up and I paced the room, I did not know what to do. I did not know if I should cry or be okay. I did not know if I should have called his mother, I certainly did not want to worry her, considering that I had no way of getting in contact with him, and I had no idea where he was. I asked a stupid question to my brother and sister, "Should I go to the emergency room???" (It's a couple of towns down, not in my same town.) and my brother thought for a moment and said, "Yes, let's go." I thought that was so sweet. My brother and sister were coming with me and I am glad they did.
Long story made shorter....
James was not at the ER, James was not at Doctors On Duty, and James was not at two other Urgent Cares. I was worried. I called my uncle back and he had not heard from my grandfather or James but he did tell me that he looked around his work shop and James had been working with a router and there was some blood on the floor but not enough to suggest that it was very bad aka losing a finger. We were about to hang up when my uncle said: "Oh, grandpa is here, let me put you on the phone with him."
"Julie, James is dying on you." is what that old man said to me when he got on the phone. LOL. He explained that he got a cut, he did not lose a finger, it was not very bad, James was on his way to his house to shower, and then he was going to come to my house for NYE. My worries were soothed. I thanked my grandfather for taking James to get help from a doctor and my grandfather said, "James is very repentant for having not listened to you when you advised him to be at your house at a certain time." I just started laughing. He went on to further explain how James was expecting to feel my wrath when he got to my house.
My siblings and I met James at his house and spent time with his mom while James took a shower. Thirty minutes later or so we were back on the road headed to my house. I was drained. My mind was racing with all of these wild thoughts of him losing his finger(s) and being in extreme pain and then I was relieved to find out that he was OK.
It took me an hour or two to really get my emotions and nerves under control and I enjoyed the rest of the night spending time with my family, James, and some of his friend. The NYE kiss was the best one I have ever had.
Happy New Year!
