30 posts tagged “relationships”

I had the stitches removed 4 days back. By a certified nurse, at the closest health-center.

Yesterday, when I removed the Steri-Strips that I was supposed to cover the wound with for an additonal 3-4 days, I had a surprise waiting for me. 2 suspicios shadows inside my knee. So I picked the healed skin apart with a needle and took out 2 ADDITONAL LOOPS OF STRING! Goddamn!

Yes, I am that crazy of a bitch, and soon I'll be a crazy bitch with an amputated knee because of the nice little infection I probably gave myself while poking around.

But come the fuck on. I know it might be hard to tell bright blue surgical string apart from my black blood, but that was just ridiculous. How do you miss 2 complete loops of blue stitching? Huh? Found that nursing degree in our box of cereal this morning, did we?

Apart from this little "Honey, you might wanna come over here and check this the hell out"-incident, it's been peachy. It always takes a while when he comes back from these long trips abroad, and I suppose it hasn't been easy on him either. All the ex-pats in the organization where he works have it pretty well when they are abroad. Chef and all. So when I promised to make lunch for both him and Tapsa during their first day back, and took them to the supermarket, they were standing in the meat-section as bewildered as 2 bunnies on the highway. Sami was the first to recover in the produce-section.

"We need stuff from here too?"

"Well, yeah."

"Okay. Run free, woman. Do your thing"

So for me it's been lots of fun. The most fun part was watching him mop the floors. After which we finally saw the first Narnia-movie. I can hear y'all going wooooot? but remember I'm not big on fantasy and still haven't seen the last 2 LOTR-movies sober. It was okay, I suppose, but I have to say this much: the 2 boys, Edmund and Peter, you know? I completely get why they were so far back in the closet.

Backyard

...and I have been rubbing his chin so much that he can't grow a beard for a year.

I totally forgot to tell you guys what a complete idiot I was at the bridal shop a few days ago!

So, my dress came, right? And we went to try it on, right? And the other color in this story is the lady at the bridal shop, right?

"So where are your shoes?"

"um... at home... 160km away..."

"Why didn't you bring them with you?"

"I didn't know I was supposed to" (yeah, I know, I know, but somehow I imagined the dress is one size and that's it. Either it's the proper length or then its tough shit for the bride. Apparently not)

"Do you think you'd be able to recognize the shoes you bought?"

"yeah. Those, over there"

"Good. Did you bring your lingerie with you?"

"um... no."

*sigh*

"Okay. What kind of lingerie do you have?"

"um... none. I thought I'd go out and buy them sometime after this dress came."

"Allright. But be sure to buy them and bring them with you to the next fitting."

"There's one more?!"

"Yeah! We have to take it in, right?"

"Oh. I thought this was it."

"And then there's a final fitting after that."

"Are you kidding me?"

That woman had the patience of a saint and I should totally send her flowers. And vodka.

But how am I supposed to know these things? I thought I try the dress on and go buy bras after that, and I honestly thought they were a standard length and stuff. I swear to God, if anyone of my friends ever gets married I'm making them a rulebook about these things. And I only get how embarrassing I am after I blurt things out in the air.

And a while ago Sami called. Since my stitches should be removed the day after they come home, and there's no way I'm traveling to Turku on the day he arrives home, we talked about if Tapsa could do it because he has received the proper medical training. Sami told me we wouldn't have to get the scalpel you normally use for these things because scissors would work equally well. After I painted him a vivid scenario of what would happen if anyone tried to come at me with kitchen utencils and a pitchfork, he sighed "I knew I shouldn't have told you in advance."

...because I probably couldn't tell the difference between pliers and a scalpel anyway.

I was soooooo nervous.

My morning began with me waking up to the bass of Joni's music at about 6ish. Since I rarely sleep over at my parents house anymore, I think he didn't come to think of how INSANE BASS might wake me in the room next to his. And I guess I have grown to be somewhat of an adult too, because instead of running around in circles in his room, screaming "GAAAAAAAAAH!" and choking him to illustrate my point, I waited for a moment if it would stop, and when it didn't, I asked him to "please turn that shit off because the bass goes all the way through the house". Joni, also apparently having hit adulthood, aswered: "okay. But please don't call it shit".

Me, ever the lady, restrained the animal in me that wanted to run inside his room, gather all technological instruments remotely related to music, carry them to the backyard and hit them with large sticks, and gave him an "mmh." So the first good thing this morning was that I got an encouraging text message from one of my friends, which was very thoughtful of her and incredibly nice for me. Even if she technically did wish the nurses luck in handling me.

From there on it didn't go so well either. I went to the hospital, and they loaded me up with diazepam, which didn't calm me down at all because the thought of needles makes my brain curl up in a corner and reach for its stuffed bear. The IV-drip, not nice either, but from there on it was smooth sailing. The anesthesiologist came, introduced himself, and when I countered with "Hi, I'm terrified. I mean Jenni", inserted 3 milliliters of what was probably sunshine, glitter and my little pony combined. I remember him giving me a spinal, which was nice, because at that point, everything was nice. I have never before experienced InstaDrunk (because that is what they should call it, no matter what it is called now), but I laughed all the way to the OR. And when I discovered that I was laughing for no apparent reason, I started laughing at my laughter. Noticing the nurse, I thought it would be important to let her know that I was not laughing at her, but at the mere thought of laughter.

"I think I might be a bit high"

"Oh honey, as a kite."

Everything went well, and I have a little less tendon in my knee to bug me at night, they flushed the knee with whatever you use to flush these things, and it isn't even sore. Yet.

And this evening Sami called:
"I just wanted to wish you good luck to your operation tomorrow!"
"Yeah... thanks... I had it this morning"
"Crap."

"...so how are you doing? Anxious to come home yet?"

"Yeah, although after a few months of work we are in desperate need for relaxation. We thought we'd start drinking immediately when we get to Finland but we haven't figured out a way to get booze to the airport in the middle of the night."

"Are you serious?"

"well.. yeah!"

"You've been gone for months now and if you come home in the middle of the night, smelling like ass and completely shitfaced, I am going to change the goddamn locks on this goddamn house and return the goddamn engagement ring! And cuz I'm still on crutches and can't drive you need to be sober so we can go shop for food on the next day!"

"uhuh? How about if we get a driver? Or come in a taxi?"

"Hello?"
"Hi mom! I got a call from the bridal shop that my dress arrived. So I thought we could go try it on the next time I'm in Turku on the 28th?"

"That sounds great!"

"And I thought that since I'll be working until then, and then there's midsummer and all that, but when I do come, we could maybe make all the invitations to the wedding so we'd get them over with?"
"Yeah, I kinda already made them. I mean, not all of them, but I will have by then. We printed them out with Dad, and they came out really nicely"

Do I need to say anything more? My mom & dad are just about the best partyplanners we could ever imagine. Pure magic.I recommend them to anyone.

"Hello?"

"Hi Honey!"

"Ohmygodhibabe! How are you doin'?"

"I'm fine, thanks. How are the guys?"
"What guys?"

"Good answer. Just checkin'"

Haha, funny, funny! In fact, so funny that your paycheck just bought me strawberry champagne and the june issue of Elle.

All kidding aside, the funniest thing was probably that I had to show my ID at Alko. For me to not be able to buy this bottle of bubbly, I would've had to be 7 years younger than I am!

Although, it might be a better thing to be carded at Alko for suspicions of being max 17, than it would be if they would greet me by name at the door and ask me if I wanted "the same as usual?"

Having the weekend off, I've been doing some sunbathing. And some cleaning. Since it's hot as hell, I had to vacuum in my bikini. Bet you wish you were home now, huh?

And I mopped! For real! No, believe it. Still in a bikini. And I cut away about half the skin on my index finger while mopping. Because around here, we mop the way you're supposed to. With a lot of aggression. But the main reason I'm telling you this is because I have now both vacuumed and mopped (and will probably have to at least vacuum a few more times before you get home), so you better take your shoes off before you come back home or I'm going to go batshit crazy.

As for all of us, me and everyone I've had contact with, we're all doing fine. Juhani called me today though:

"Hi. You know your maid of honor?"
"Yes, I believe I do."
"She sent me email concerning your bridal shower"

"umm.. dude, I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to tell me any of that"

"no, just wait. She sent me email, and I'm not gonna go"

"You're not? Why?"

"because I already planned a bridal shower"

"okay..."

"you and me go out, have lots and lots of beer, and Sami drives us around to all the clubs"

"I'm in!"

I love my maid of honor, Annika to tiny bits and pieces, but I can relate to how Juhani wouldn't want to participate in an all girls evening. He is, still, almost 2 m (or 6 foot 8, if I did my math right) tall, looks like a biker and is the closest equivalent to one I can come up to without him owning an actual motorbike. You all around Europe (go Yurp!) and the US of A would probably get the image right if you think viking. No, I said viking, not that dwarf with the pantyhose' and plaits from Lord of the rings. Come tell me it's not a gay movie... 9 guys in tights and plaits running around looking for jewelry...

To top it off, I'm still a bit surprised that anyone would throw me a bridal shower, or a bachelorette party, as we call them. I know it's kinda a duty for the maid of honor, but I'm still stunned to think all my friends would have the energy to re-arrange their calenders just to show me a good time. And pay actual money for it. I'd settle for all of us sitting on a rock, drinking beer. And it wouldn't surprise me one bit if they'd all decide at some point "screw this crap. Keg party!". 

But we do go a long way back with Annika. For the past ten years, I've spent midsummer (which basically means we all get the day off work and get hammered) at her place in Hämeenlinna. With that one exeption a few years back when I was suspected to have salmonella. I didn't, so y'all can touch me now. She, on the other hand, has always spent the 1st of may with me in turku. With that one exception last year, when I was unhappily working.

Which I will be this midsummer too, but even if I get off work at 8 pm, and am at her place at 10pm at the earliest, I'm still gonna party my shorts off.

This sidetracked a little bit, but the main thing is that I still miss you every now and then, and I hope you're still doing fine.

Love You.

Hey sweetheart!

Hope you're doing okay. I am.

It's been a wonderful few days with lots of sunshine, so guess what I've been doing? What? No, the car is still unwashed but I've gotten actual tan-lines.

I did have to spend a big part of this goregous sunday inside, however, revising the punctuation on my thesis. Man, it took me about 3,5 hour to add/subtract all the commas and stuff!

I haven't done any sport since well, you know. It gets worse all the time, I can feel the tendon all the way up my thigh even when I sit, so there really aren't any comfortable positions. With any luck, I could get the doc to cut it up soon and fix it. Or better yet, postpone it for a while so that we don't have to do any dancing on the wedding! Or, well, I won't. But I guess you wouldn't mind. I remember that last big party we went to, when you told me "Woman, we might take one slow cuddly dance, but that's it. I don't do dancing." and then you not only danced a lot with me, but with my sister, my cousin, my mom... If I recall correctly you even tried to tango with Joni. I guess it only takes that much wine, huh?

I wouldn't wanna go back to work since it's been such a great weekend with wonderful weather, but I guess I don't really have that much choice since I know your standpoint on how much you really wanna be my sugardaddy. But nice things come with a price-tag, even as far as wives go.

I'll probably go back to Turku tomorrow after work since the presentations on tuesday have been set to start at 10 am, and I really haven't done any powerpoint-presentations or read the thesis I'm supposed to be opposing yet.

Anyhoo, just thought I'd let you know I'm fine, I'll be okay and all that. If I do get to graduate when you're gone you'll never hear the end of shit for that, so take it from me now, when things are still uncertain: roses make a good effort. And if you're thinking of celebrating it by bringing me lingerie, let me tell you I'd rather take the cash.

Love you.

6 weeks is nothing, right?

It's a long time to spend by yourself. Don't get me wrong, I'm no hermit and I have friends, lots of them and darling ones, but it's still a long time. And being an old pro at this already I should be able to cope just fine.

But I suck at this.

And the worst ever part is to come home to this place that was filled with his smile and his stuff in the morning and that is now filled with nothing.

No stuff.

No smile.

No sound.

Nothing.

I hate this.

Sami is going away again, this time to do actual work, marketing in Far Far Away. He'll be leaving on wednesday and he'll be gone for 6 weeks.

These long trips spur a lot of emotions that are hard to communicate. Like anger. You get a little pissed because he's leaving for such a long time. He doesn't have the attitude towards it I think he should have and so on.

You also start to worry about stupid things, like what if I get it in my head to iron all the curtains while they're still hanging on the wall and I slip and I fall and the iron hits me in the head and he isn't here to rescue me? I'll be found when the stench reaches the hallway. Urgh.

You get a little sad, because duh, 6 weeks of loneliness.And how do you communicate that you're happy he gets this opportunity but that he totally owes me 6 weeks of vacuuming? How do you ask him how he would like to be told if one of the grandparents we all have dies or something? I might need you in the middle of the night, when it's dark and I wake up from a nightmare. Who am I gonna tell about this stupid guy that came in to work today?

Will he keep warm without me saying so, and will he keep safe? I know there are a few other guys from his work going too since it is a team-thing, but what do they know, right? Remember to eat, okay?

When he says "you'll be fine, I'm coming back eventually" how do you get him to understand that no, actually, I'll be miserable for a week or so, then I'll be okay, and right there about half way through it'll really start to suck and when you come home I'll be irritated because I've grown used to not having anyone around and you are totally in the way of my visual space.

It's hard to come up with how to tell him all these things, and to say I love you, I'm happy for you but your work really sucks.

So, yesterday, I walked up to him and kicked him in the leg.

He totally got it.