Go grap a cuppa, and then I've got my gossip for you.............................................................................
It's been five weeks now, seems longer.
I was at a Patchwork meeting, first weekend in Feb when I got an sms from Tim saying he had had a low blood sugar, fallen over and hurt his ankle, he'd called an ambulance and was in Box Hill hospital.
It was a full on day for me, had mumsie visting and then a quilters dinner straight after the P&Q's meeting.
So he continued to sms me, letting me know they were going to operate and put pins in, then the surgery got delayed until the sunday.
Sunday i had a VQ committee meeting all day, but planned to go in the morning, present my reports, then go the the hospital to see the patient.
But i got a phone call from the hospital about 10am, saying something had gone wrong in the operating room.
Tim had vomited while under general anaesthetic, which apparently is very very bad.
These days doctors tell you the worst possibilites first, they said that he could die! or that he may only be a bit groggy!
I freaked out, excused myself from the meeting and went to the Freemasons, where they had to send him as Box Hill ICU was full.
Got to the Freemasons, and Tim was lying in an induced coma with a tube in every possible orifice, machines beeping and wheezing.
Now I hate hospitals, can't use domestos at home b/c the smell reminds me of hospitals. And when you date a diabetic, you get to see every emergency ward in Melbourne!
Wasn't much I could do, told the doctors about his general health etc. rang his mum to tell her what was going on. He was going to be in an induced coma for a few days so his lungs could heal.
AND THEN THEY GAVE ME HIS STUFF INC HIS MOBILE PHONE! to take back home.
Here beginth the lesson
-Always empty your deleted folder when you are cheating on your girlfriend!
Here endth the lesson.
Simple really.
I got home, mum was still there, cooking dinner for my 2 hungry sisters, who were there also.
Charged Tim's phone, needed to ring his boss in the morning to tell him what was happening.
I noticed all these missed calls from a Maria, hmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Looked a bit further, as you do.Lots of sms's in the deleted folder.
Tim has a fancy phone/palm pilot in one.
Lot's of sms's from Maria, some of a very intimate nature, mentioning Nurses uniforms and the empty bed next to his!
The sms's to me were much more sedate and perfunctory!
I was shaking, and felt like I was going to throw-up.
But i decided to send an sms to this Maria...............
"Hi this is Megan, Tim's girlfriend here, Tim is in Freemasons Hosp CCU, complications with surgery."
Seconds later his phone rang..........it was Maria...........
Do I answer it?
Oh yes I do!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My hands were shaking so much, it was actually a struggle to answer it.
She was shocked, and angry.
They had met at a singles ball, and had been dating for a few weeks.
We had a good talk, I assured her she could have him if she could forgive him.
So then I took a deep breath and proceeded to have dinner with my mum and sisters as if nothing had happened. I wasn't ready to talk about it, and hadn't decided on a stratedgy to deal with it. And I was probably in shock!
I played the dutiful girlfriend until he came out of the coma, had a good talk to his sister Linda, who doesn't see him with rose-coloured glasses like the rest of his family.
I confronted him in hospital on the Thursday, he was surprised when I said I knew about Maria, and even more surprised when I said I had spoken to her!
All I got was a lousy "I'm sorry I've been a real shit". Pathetic response.
He came back to the house for a day or so after getting out of hospital, but soon realised that it's very hard to be on crutches and share a house with someone who has no intentions of nursing you.
So he sooked to his parents and went up to Beechworth for a few weeks.
He's actually back in the house this weekend, but has been mostly out looking at places to rent.
I'm being exceedingly civil, but it's very awkward and inside i feel like a screaming banshee on acid!!!!!!!
Oh and Maria is still on the scene, silly cow.
So since then I have:
Got my hair cut shorter.
Didn't eat for a week, then started the CSIRO diet and serious exercise regime. Clothes already feel looser.
Have been on a few dates with a cute electrician. (I'm hoping he'll test and tag me!!!!!)
Got back on an internet dating site.
Bought a magnificent fridge, and a new microwave.
Gone out for dinner with girlfriends, and spent a lot more time preening myself.
Went feral at a mates 40th birthday
So I am determined to have a great 2007, i'll be broke, have less fabric, finish less quilts, go to less committee meetings, but i'll be doing things that a single and available 35 year old should be!
So there WOSY (waste of six years)!
My best revenge is to look freaking fabulous.
And to drink some of his uber-expensive red before he moves all his stuff out.
And if you've got to the end of this post, i thank you, for it's been my friends, esp. my quilting ones that have really got me through this, and will continue to get me through this!
Megan.xxxx
