Thanks to a heavy dose of my favorite alcoholic beverage, NyQuil, I arose bright and early and well rested at exactly 5:50 AM. Not by my own sheer will, of course. This is due to my cell phone’s Monday thru Friday alarm set that remarkable sounds different each time I hit snooze. I think there’s a conspiracy behind that.
Compared to the past 48 hours up to that point, I have no choice but to agree that I was feeling 90% better. Now the only health issues I had no choice but to deal with was the remnants of either a cold or what might have been the flu, or [shudders] a fever. I don’t even know what the symptoms of a fever are, but all the while as I rested in bed, I began to ponder if I was supposed to sweat out the flu or feed a cold. Then I considered how some of those old time remedies have since been disproved. Example, candy and sweets won’t necessarily make your children more overactive than they already are. I’d cite the source… but I assume we are all connected to the Internet one way or another.
I make my way down to my desk to start what hopefully turns out to be a full and productive day, despite it being a day most people take off from work to celebrate by doing who knows what. Technically, I’m behind a day and half. But I think all will be worked out. In my half the day the night before, I would equate my productivity to that of a Grand Slam… twice… with the Denny’s meal afterwards. It certainly wasn’t my intention to be ill. Who ever wants to be? Oh wait! I know! Test subjects who get paid at universities to take on bacterias and viruses for the sake of science and hopefully a decent check. I’d almost ask to sign me up. But I’ve never enjoyed feeling extremely frigid body chills, then feeling extreme heat all over sweating in places I never knew possible, a blazing flaming throat, a non-stop leaky nose, delusional and completely weirded out dreams (while sometimes still awake), no interest in food (with my stomach later agreed with the disinterested by violently repelling soon after), and of course… just all around miserableness. That was mostly Tuesday, and I didn’t want to give in to too many graphic details, but it just wasn’t pleasant.
My guess is I may have caught whatever yuckiness my parents (specifically my mother) had, or someone I gave a ride home from church. Or [gasp] both!
Whatever the case, I think my body is now immune to whatever it was that attacked me. It still hurts when I sneeze, but it’s much better than before. During my lunch, I journey out of the house for the first time since Sunday to greet my best friend. All I desired was hot lemon tea. I took a trip to the Mart to pick up some much needed supplies. Tissues and toilet tissues. I guess there’s a first time to be out of all of that stuff at once, right? I’m not a fan of public bathrooms either, so it was a dire need and couldn’t wait to get home to clear out my system and all it’s ailments.
Considering the quarantine had been lifted from the house, some family members stopped by to give gifts. I was allowed to miss choir rehearsal even though I would’ve went. There was talk of cancelling due to weather problems. The weather wreaked havoc yesterday and the city has remained a skating rink. Unfortunately, skating isn’t one of my many talents, so this gives me another reason to stay indoors, especially at night. When it’s disgustingly colder. At least it’s not as bad as the week before, or whenever it hit “BONE CHILLING” on the thermometer.
Anyway, there are plans to probably go out to dinner at a nice eatery like IHOP or Red Lobster or Custy’s or IHOP. Bowling has also been discussed. A past time I do indoob enjoy. I also enjoy mini golf, but it’s winter and 95% of the places I know are currently closed. There is an indoor mini golf, but I don’t feel like making the drive or remembering how to get there. Shame on me for denying myself a good time.
Overall, I can’t complain. It’s been fun. I’m horrendously behind on many other blog posts I love reading, but I’ll catch up soon enough. It’s not a landmark year, but I’m hoping one of these days, Oprah and I can party together.