My Best Friend

Anyone who has read my other blog knows that my best friend is a guy. I thought this would be a problem because I wouldn't be able to talk to him about a lot of things related to the hysterectomy. I was wrong. Granted, I didn't feel the need to go into a lot of the gory and disgusting details, but I did tell him how I was feeling pre-surgery and he was very supportive.

He lives several hundred miles away (a six-hour drive) so we only see each other in person a few times a year. One of his scheduled visits (to see his parents, not just me) was May 26, two weeks after the surgery. We planned on going out to dinner if I felt up to it. I was bound and determined to feel up to it because there's no way I wanted to miss out on spending time with him. However, when the day arrived, I still felt pretty bad. Well, not bad really. Just too tired to go out to dinner. Even with him. *sigh* It was so hard for me to say I couldn't go because I knew he'd be disappointed. And I really, really wanted to go. But I didn't. And, yes, he was disappointed but he said "The most important thing is that you start feeling better." I was so grateful that he said that.

Well, he was here again over the weekend and we did get to go out. Only for a couple of beers this time, but still, we got to spend time together. He asked all the right questions and said all the right things (which he has in e-mails and phone calls, too) and then we got on with the visit.

I guess that's one of the reasons you choose the best friends you do. He knew that I needed to talk about it and get it out of my system before we could talk about anything else. I wish people other than The Best Friend understood that. I know it's been almost nine weeks but I'm still pretty much obsessed with how I feel and how I'm recovering. So, all anyone has to do to get me to be "normal" is feed my obsession first. Could it really be that difficult to understand?