Today I woke up feeling hungover and awful. Last night's St. Patrick's Day celebrations did not go as planned, in more ways than one. Now, the Saturday I had planned on dedicating to studying biochemistry at the library was rapidly becoming a Saturday dedicated to finding the strength to sit up, and, if I was lucky, make myself a sandwich.
My head hurt. My brain hurt. I didn't want to get out of bed. But I also wanted to tell someone this, and recount the dreadful events of last night, down to the disgusting details. That person had to be okay with listening to me flop around in bed and complain while making no effort to remedy the situation -- someone who would want to talk to me in that state even though I was barely a human being.
I called my partner. They'd been sleeping off their own hangover, but they picked up after three rings. They listened to my tale of woe, alternately being concerned for me, annoyed at me, laughing with me, roasting me, and comforting me. They chimed in to tell me that apparently I called them immediately after being sick last night, and I fell asleep on the phone with them, which I didn't remember (oops). We talked for an hour while I laid horizontally in bed, long after we'd run out of anything meaningful to say. They made gentle attempts to get me out of bed until, finally, I did.
I'm lucky that this is normal, and not a special occurrence. They are such a genuinely lovely person who sits with me in all of my moods, states, and points in life. I call them on the phone just so I can take a nap with them on the line because I like being in their presence. There's something wonderful about being that comfortable with someone, about knowing that there's someone who will always be on my team. My partner is my best friend. I'm lucky to have found someone who can make me laugh even when I'm on the verge of tears.
Thanks for hosting this raffle. I'm really enjoying reading everyone's entries. Good luck, everyone!