I'm back again only two days after my last blog entry.
My birthday yesterday was definitely unlike any other birthday I'd ever had.
As I discussed, I tried really hard to not have any expectations and just enjoy Happy Tuesday.
It was my first birthday ever while being in a relationship with someone (which means Lyndon had planned to take me to a fancy restaurant for dinner).
Unfortunately, this was not to be.
Early in the morning, Lyndon went to the Emergency Room to try and get some pain relief for these abscesses that had been growing under his right arm. The people at the hospital told him he'd need surgery.
I woke up at 7:30am-ish to texts from Lyndon telling me that he would be getting surgery.
Naturally, I freaked out.
It sounded almost like a joke.
Surgery - on MY BIRTHDAY?!
Surely not!
But unfortunately a phone call from Lyndon confirmed that it was true.
I cried a lot.
I called my parents to ask my Dad about the procedure (he's a GP) and he basically told me that I should cancel all my plans for the day and go to Lyndon in the hospital.
I cried some more. Mostly because I was looking forward to spending time with Lyndon and now he was in the hospital. I wanted to be there for him but at the same time it was my special day and I wanted to spend it doing fun stuff with friends. Many conflicting emotions. More crying.
I ended up having the wonderful cooked breakfast made for me by my lovely flatmates and friends Joella and Xanda. It was delicious!
I then got dressed and ready to go see Lyndon in the hospital. I asked my cousin Emil to come with me and he said he would, so I waited for him to arrive.
Before Emil showed up, Lyndon informed me he was going in for the surgery.
I spent the morning wandering around town with Emil, I bought some dresses, which was fun. And Emil stumbled across a DVD sale at Marbecks so we spent some time looking at DVD's. He also bought me Creme Soda, my favourite drink in the whole world. It made me feel a bit better.
When Lyndon texted me telling me he was out of surgery Emil and I went to see him.
After a little while we went to my birthday lunch at Nando's where Floris, Huei, Xanda, Aimee and Emil all had lunch with me. I had a great time, but all the while I was still feeling quite upset about Lyndon being in the hospital.
Aimee made me a pumpkin pie, so after lunch we dropped it off at my flat and then I went to the hospital again.
I stayed with Lyndon for a while.
Once he had been discharged from hospital I got dropped off back at my flat. I cried some more.
By this time it was obvious Lyndon and I would not get to go out for the dinner I had been so excited about.
The reservation was cancelled.
I texted some friends, hoping that they would hang out with me around dinner time, and thankfully they came through for me.
After lying in the sun with Joella for a bit, she, Emil and I went down to Pita Pit where Dani, Chloe and Tim met us. Kim and James showed up a little while later.
We all got pitas for dinner and sat in the sun and ate them. It was nice.
After dinner I went to see Lyndon again and got my very own birthday cheesecake which was super sugary. I ate it.
Lyndon had made me a photo frame for my birthday, which I initially joked he was making me (If I was a builder I would make people photo frames for presents).
Overall, it wasn't a terrible day.
I really want to genuinely thank all the people that spent time with me.
Joella, Xanda, Emil, Chloe, Dani, Kim, Huei, Floris, James, Aimee and Tim.
My day wouldn't have been any fun without you, and you guys are the reason it wasn't the worst birthday ever.
I also want to thank everyone for their kind words and birthday wishes throughout the day, especially those that were praying for Lyndon to get better. It meant a lot and I really appreciated it.
Another birthday done for the year. Here's hoping your loved ones don't end up in hospital on your special day, but if they do, I hope you can make the most of it like I tried to do.
God bless you guys.
My day in pictures:
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