Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Magical Words To Get Over Someone/Donate Blood
After every single break up that I’ve been through, there has always been a friend or family member available to console me and say those magic words, “Someone better will come along.” When they whisper those sweet words of wisdom into my ears while I’m crying into a pint of Ben and Jerry’s Half Baked, somehow everything starts to make sense and I feel ok again. (Note to self, never cry while you’re eating.) I start to believe in those magical words. As the weeks pass, those words start to fade from my memory and phrases creep in like, “Will I ever find someone better?” Or “Maybe they were the best I’ll ever have?” These phrases are detrimental to a break up recovery plan.
Weeks turn into months and either you find yourself back in a relationship with someone new or you’re still on life’s game show, The Dating Game. Somehow nothing feels right and you’re thinking those friends that are still telling you that someone better is coming along that will be right for you are full of manure. You’re thinking you need to get yourself new friends. You stop talking to your family, for fear they will set you up with another person that they think would be “perfect” for you. Unfortunately, this doesn’t stop the postman/lady from bringing a care package from your mother with the latest self-help book; 50 Ways To Get Over Your Recent Fling And Move On To The Real Thing.
Well, I am here to tell you something better will come along. It may take years, maybe even decades before this wonderful person falls into your lap. If you know me, you may happen to know that I have been unlucky in the love department. Until recently, I was throwing in the towel and giving up. I was starting to resemble Liz Lemon from 30 Rock. I was a day away from rocking a fanny pack. (Fanny packs are awesome by the way. They carry everything you need and they are located conveniently in an area that is easy to reach, your waist.)
I believe, on average, it takes me two years, more or less, to move on from someone I was serious about. This past October marked an important month for me. I woke up one morning and realized I was indifferent to every person I have ever dated. In no way shape or form did I care whether or not they still had feelings for me. I realized that I had no more creeping thoughts of, “Awe I miss my ex.” or “Life will never be as good without them.”
Being indifferent is a great feeling and I hope someday you’ll reach that same indifference towards a heartbreak. A few weeks of my new found freedom would pass before I would meet More-Yes. When we started dating my head wasn’t in the serious game. In fact, the day I met him I had no make-up on, was sporting my dirty old glasses and I didn't brush my hair. I thought he was really, really, ridiculously good looking. In my mind how can you get serious with someone who is really, really, ridiculously good looking. I did discover relatively fast that he is a really, really ridiculously amazing person inside and out. What topped off my feelings of being the luckiest girl in the world, was when he recently traveled with me to donated blood in honor of my friend’s father. While I was donating, I did run into a couple of snags. One was, that I was super nervous since this was my first time donating blood. Second, it was painful, which the nurses informed me shouldn’t occur. While I was laying on the table thinking I was finished with my donation, a nurse whom resembled Cruella de Vil, came over and proceeded to yell at me. “Why did you stop rolling the ball?” (They give you a little red ball to roll around in your hand to keep the blood flowing.)
“They told me I was done?”
“You’re no where near done!”
“It hurts when I roll the ball.” Cruella’s twin was shaking my arm around like she was trying to start a fire but couldn’t find a match. “That really hurts”. I said holding back my tears. The last thing she said to me as she walked away was, “it’s not supposed to hurt.”
I looked at More-Yes, who said, “That lady hurt your feelings didn’t she?” Still trying to hold back the weakness water but somehow those little salty buggers broke free and proceeded to cascade down my cheeks. “Yes.” I said, as the tears were multiplying. Crying is never a good look when you’re trying to impress your new boyfriend. The look I was trying to go for was sexy, brave, blood donating barbie. Instead, I looked like, can’t find a vein Ms. Suzy cries a lot.
“Yeah I could see you holding back. You’re doing great. She’s a mean lady.” More-Yes gave me a kiss and rubbed my free arm. I thought to myself, “I am the luckiest girl.” First off, what guy would go give blood for someone they don’t even know and then hold your hand while you’re crying like a little girl and your face looks like a puffed up punching bag. The best guy in my opinion! To top if off, while laying down drinking my aj (apple juice) from a straw he told me I looked cute. Even if he was lying to me, it made me feel good. I know from my end, him doing something like this for me makes me want to give him the world. Men, be good to your ladies, they’ll be good to you.
I have taken a bumpy road and I have worked overtime on healing from my past. I wouldn’t take back one day of what I went through because it has shaped me into the person that I am. It did take me some time and work on my part. As my Mother said to me, "Love may be a mistake but it's worth making." For the first time, everything feels right. Who knows how long this “right” feeling will last. I’m hoping it never ends. I do know now that my friends and family were right, something better would come along.
Give life and donate blood. I hope I didn’t scare people from donating or getting involved with this process. Really, it’s not supposed to hurt and all the other nurses were very nice. I had a laughing fest with the nurse that removed my needle. After everything is said and done, it is nice to think that maybe my blood will help someone in need and it was nice to be there supporting my friend and her family. This particular blood drive secured 114 units of blood. For every unit of blood, 3-4 units of product can be made. Which means that this blood drive could help save 300-400 lives!