I Have a Tendency to Make Myself Laugh

Some Jerk Tried to Steal my Boyfriend... And His Car

This is the latest I’ve ever blogged. It’s about 6:30pm and I’m sitting in the dark dorm room of my WU. Currently he is groggy, probably hungry and minus a few teeth. Yes, that’s right; Vincent got his wisdom teeth pulled today. An obligation I have yet to gain the courage to fulfill.

I guess I should start from the beginning, as most things make sense if you know the whole story. This morning I woke up sort of on time. Actually I woke up late; I’m not going to lie. Don’t be deceived though I had been looking forward to today for weeks. Today was the day Vincent was getting his wisdom teeth pulled. I was all excited because he asked me to drive him there and look after him for the evening. Now whether you care to admit it or not every woman somewhat looks forward to the man in their life getting sick (not that I wished this on him). But as a woman you just have this innate desire to nurture; and there’s no one who needs/wants to be nurtured more than a sick/injured/recovering man. So I literally watched the clock at work. I was really just so excited to test out my wifely abilities… I know it’s in there; it’s just a matter of the test!

So I finally get off work and head down to the U. We hung out for a bit and I joked about how they are going to rip into his face (I know I’m already off to a great start… so comforting). Vincent drove us down there and we make it just on time. He filled out the necessary paper work and eventually he was called to the back. I was left there to wait. The wait really wasn’t all that bad. It could have been worse; but I brought a book and there were at least 6 months worth of People Magazine… so I was pretty much set for the next hour and a half!  

Once he was ready to go they called me to the back. He was asleep on this cot… all puffy and smelling like blood. It was cute… in a toothless… puffy… boyfriend kind of way. It took us a second to get him to the car (a nurse and I had to practically carry him) but we made it. Then I got gas and called his parents to tell them he was okay. Then… the big question… well not a big question but definitely something I was worried about… how to get home????

So I have this motto that I picked up while living with Julie. The motto is “All major roads in Washington lead to I-5” Now thus far in my life this motto has proved positive. I really do have the worst sense of direction ever. I did however stick to my guns. I’ll have you know that we took that main road all the way to I-5… granted it took about 30 minutes… but we made it!

Before I could bring Vincent home I had to get his prescriptions. I figured I would just fill them at the Bartells by his dorm. Before leaving the car I asked Vincent if he wanted me to leave the keys (I thought I would only be 10 minutes max). He said yes so I left him in the car, with it running, and I ran into the drug store. The pharmacist was a nasty lady who tried to tell me that she wouldn’t take the insurance because I didn’t have a card. Yeah… I wasn’t having that. She told me it would take about 20 minutes and then I could get the drugs. Something in me told me to go take Vincent home and then come back.

So I went out to the car, intending to come back after I dropped him off to get his pills. As I was making my way to his car I see this dude walking towards it. I think nothing of it and keep heading there also… until the man went and opened the door. At that I ran at the man, pulled him away from the car, and kindly said, “Excuse me sir this is my car”. He laughed at me and I stuck my tongue out at him (immature I know… but I don’t cuss or use obscene hand gestures… I had to let him know I was upset somehow).

So then I get Vincent to his room and tuck him into his bed and head back out to get his prescriptions. This time I was quite forward with the woman at the pharmacy, telling her that the information was good enough for the dentist so Mr. Bartell should be fine with it… I didn’t say exactly that but something along those lines. The woman finally looked at the paper work and agreed that it was more than sufficient. So then it was just a matter of her contacting the insurance company to get the go ahead… which she did and 10 minutes later I was out the door with his drugs. My mom talked to me on the phone while I got to Vincent’s dorm (the U district can be scary for a little girl with little self defense skills).

So I get back to his room, and it’s all dark with Because of Who You Are playing softly in the background. I than begin to write this blog and get excited because I’ve actually had a quite eventful day. When Vincent starts to toss and turn. I go over to him and he signals that he wants to write something down. He asks me a few questions and then starts dripping blood, full on vampire movie style. So I clean him up… and change his sheets (cuz they were covered in blood) and answer all his questions then put him back to bed.

Now here I am. I’m not too sure how I’m doing. Hopefully he isn’t worrying about anything or is suffering too much discomfort. He seems to be okay, and if I’m doing a bad job of taking care of him I may never really know. For now I will just keep doing what I’m doing and hopefully that is more than enough.

Really I just hope that through all of this he will know how much I love him… I mean honestly I practically carried him (with the help of a nurse) to the car. I pulled some guy away from his car (jerk tried to steal my boyfriend). I was stern to a rude pharmacist; and I let him bleed all over me. While all of those things are so far out of my comfort zone it’s not even funny… I would do it all over again. Cuz for this man (and I never really thought I would feel this way) I would do anything.

Vincent,

You are amazing. I’m so blessed to even know you, yet alone be blessed enough to spend the rest of my life with you. You push me, encourage me, and make me feel loved. I don’t even know how I enjoyed life so much before you. As I spent time in the Jetta this week and realized that it was there that it all kinda begin… I feel so blessed. We’ve already come so far and it’s only been a few months. I could go on and on but hopefully you already know all of this and anything else I could possibly say. I just really want to say that I love you. You and God have my heart; you mean more than I could ever tell you. I love you so much!

Lindsey

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9:24 AM, Jan. 28, 2006 .. Posted by Annetta

That is so sweet. I am so happy for you two, really. Also Linz I think you did an awesome job. If that was me I would have complained, plus you know you did i good job. Good job with the sticking out your tongue at the mean man you have guns!

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2:52 PM, Jan. 30, 2006 .. Posted by Sophia Dartinovaya

I knew schomeday it would happen. I always knew you had schome schapp deep down in der schomewhere. I am scho proud of you juscht letting it all out. He'sch worth it. Kudosch, Lindsch, Kudosch.