This is the only pics of Chile you will be seeing from me….
because I’m not there. Yes, that’s right, I am still in New York Shitty! No, I did not spell that wrong. Yes, that was intentional. I love my city, but I think of it sometimes as that annoying relative that only you can talk bad about.
I will keep this brief, because I am still a little depressed, sad, angry and annoyed that I am not in Chile right now having a vacation with the love of my life—a vacation we both deserve. I won’t get into too many details, but here we go…
On Monday, four days before the trip, my body started doing something really funny. I went to urgent care thinking it was one thing, but when I noticed the medicine they gave me wasn’t working, I was a little nervous, but decided to deal with it and go on my vacation anyway and deal with my health when I got back.
My boyfriend wasn’t having it. He was extremely worried knowing we would be in the middle of nowhere for parts of our trip. He didn’t want me to need emergency care in the Atacama Desert and not be able to get it. So, the day of the flight, he pushed and pushed and pushed for me to get an emergency appointment with a specialist before we flew out. I almost gave up— told him I couldn’t get an appointment and we should just leave anyway, but he pushed some more and I found an appointment last minute.
To make a long story short, the specialist found some not so great things in my tests and advised me not to travel. Me being stubborn, and wanting to go on our trip, I said I was still going, but when I made it back to my boyfriend’s house, packed and ready to go, he said, “We’re not going. Your health is more important to me, and I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you. I love you too much.” I surrendered. Told him to get on that flight without me, but he wouldn’t leave me. We both cried. We cried for our lost trip and out of fear for my health.
I called the doctor for another appointment the next day. That next day was today, and after more tests, the doctor declared that I was fine and he couldn’t explain why my tests came back bad the day before. I am still having the issue, and I still have to go for a procedure to check one last thing to make sure it isn’t the cause of my problem, but the doctor said I am fine.
You see, the consensus was that there was a chance I had diabetes, but it was a false alarm. We still don’t quite know why I’m having the problem, but the main thing is… I didn’t get to go on my vacation because of a stupid health scare! My boyfriend and I had to get a note from the doctor saying he told me not to travel, now my boyfriend is dealing with all the cancellation nightmare stuff!!!!
He and his family have been comforting me, telling me my health is number 1 and that Chile will always be there and it was important to take care of my health first, not to feel guilty or blame myself. They’re right.
But why do I still feel so depressed?
my boyfriend promise me we will go next spring break, but next spring break is so far away.
My boyfriend and I may still take some time for us and get away somewhere else. I won’t be blogging about it though. I want to take some time for myself to shed this disappointment.