While on the phone to WINZ this morning, to sort the not cutting me off for the second time this year, I realised that I had had constant tight chest pain since the moment of unfortunate revelation on Tuesday night. So I gave healthline a go. The nurse seemed very certain that anxiety attack pain I thought I had was a silent heart attack. So I had to go get it checked at my doctors office. I got Doug, who I have never had before but who seems fine. There was still some worry until I had my ECG (which cost $26). It came back suggesting that I have a perfectly healthy heart. So drama for nothing.
I went to town and got congratulated by the manager of a shop I buy too many gifts at for being called out in the paper. So weird being reminded he had publicly acknowledged me only days before running off with the guy he promised he wasn’t into.
Then I went and got my plant back. Which was actually fine. The flatmates were really nice to me and understood my side entirely. I will miss hanging with them. Only down side was how quickly they agreed that it had been pretty obvious that I liked him more than he liked me.
Then home to an afternoon of crying under a pile of blankets.
I eventually made it out of bed to go for dinner, if only after I had sent the Semi-Imaginary One a very long text that I really should not have.
As going for takeaways I made it pretty clear that I wasn’t doing okay and Simon, being awesome, came and rescued me from myself. So I spent the later part of the evening watching Simon play Racket and Clank while I whined about life.
Friends are good to have.
And his guest room is warm, even without the heater on.
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