When Uncle R and Aunt T were here last night we decided this post was to be called “The Polyp of Destiny”. We all had a good laugh.
Thorazine lived together for about 10 years. We made really good housemates/bandmates. We rented a big old house and rehearsed in the basement. It was fun for a long time. E, my husband and I decided to get married about 7 years into the band. We then decided to make a bigger commitment and buy a house. Of course, Uncle R and our drummer D came with us. Right away, it felt as if it was the beginning of the end for the band. The house was a huge Victorian but it was also a huge fixer upper. My husband and I spend a ton of time working on the house, painting, plumbing, electrical ect ect. I can remember spending all day all weekend working on the house and then trying to rehearse. It was hard. Uncle R was in school full time and working full time at that point. We had no creativity left for the band. When I discovered I was pregnant with Wildman, things really changed. Already E and I were already thinking of selling the Victorian monstrosity and were thinking of buying the house we have now. E had been going to classes and was making a career with his hobby, computers.
Back when the band was in full swing we made friends with a booking agent, MC. He helped us when we had holes in our tour schedule. He became my friend. We hung out alot on weekends because his girlfriend, T was a nurse and worked crazy hours and E was a soundman at a club and always worked weekends. I used to go on road trips to see bands with MC, T and Uncle R. MC and T always came out to see my band. MC and T eventually broke up and as the band disintergrated I lost touch with both of them.
When I got pregnant with Wildman I had a few instances of first trimester bleeding. The first time I was 7 weeks along. I was a mess but it stopped. The second time was much scarier. I was at my computer reading email. It was a Thursday in the winter and I was first trimester tired. I decided at the late hour of 8pm to go to bed. I went to the bathroom and my clothes were soaked with blood. So much blood I had blood on my socks and it was bright bright red. I flipped out and called to my husband. We quickly decided to go to the hospital. My husband at the time was still in shock over the pregnancy and still not sure if he wanted it to happen. I was in tears and he was amazing to me that night. He kept saying over and over that we would not think the worse until it was confirmed and that he knew in his heart it was all alright.
We got to the emergency room and the nurse that night was our old friend T. It was a like an old punk rockers reunion. She was amazing to us and really got us the answers we needed quickly. All was fine with the pregnancy. I had a polyp that had broken off and because of the increased blood flow to the uterus it bled like a motherfucker. We had our first glimpse of Wildman on ultrasound that night. The ultrasound tech looped the baby moving and kicking his arms and legs. When we confirmed that all was well T started inquiring about the bandmates. She was especially interested in Uncle R. We exchanged numbers and she called me a week or so later. We asked me to go to dinner and I quickly agreed. E was in school in Atlanta for 3 weeks and my house was a weird place to be. D, the drummer was moving out and we had a strange 5th roommate we were kicking out.
At dinner she kept asking all kinds of questions about R. I told her he was great and very very single. I gave her his phone number. She called. The rest is history. About 2 years later they got married in Bermuda, they also bought a house. They are two of the happiest people I know. They gush over each other. When ever they recount the story of how they got together they will always have to talk about the darn polyp of destiny. What a happy ending to a scary story, healthy baby and love found in the emergency room.