Not the sort of day I expected...
Since I've had hours cut at my main job, CCA, I've been working elsewhere when I can, and today I was slated to work at Computertamers. Which I like. Where my boss, Sheila, is a friend.
So this morning her masseuse, Megan, came over to give her a massage. While she does such things, or meets clients, I carry on with her office work. Since her husband wasn't having a massage (being on the golf course, despite the heat) I was offered his massage-time for a mere $30. Of course I went for it.
I started out on cushions, like Sheila, but it wasn't very comfortable. For my added comfort, Megan got a special frame for me to lean against, one she had in the car. It was great. But I started sneezing. And my eyes started burning and swelling. I thought at first I was reacting to the sunscreen Ian had used, but no, it was hypoallergenic, and I've never reacted like that to sunscreen before, and my reaction was increasingly severe. "It's as if a cat walked into the room," I said.
"Uh-oh," said Megan. Turns out she stores the massage contraption in the same room where the cat sleeps.
A few hours later my eyes were still swollen and hurting, I was still sneezing, my nose was running.... "You need an antihistamine," said Sheila. So we went quickly over to Shoppers Drug Mart where I bought some Benadryl. I thought getting something different would be a good idea, under the circumstances. I usuallly use Claritin.
Like many good ideas, it was wrong, wrong, wrong. Because I didn't make a point of getting the non-drowsy formula, and I'd forgotten how hard antihistamines can hit. This was the extra-strength variety.
The good news was, my allergy symptoms quickly went away.
The bad news was, I was drugged to the gills, and kept dozing off while working with Sheila. I did my best to stay awake, but the eyelids drooped, the head dropped... Finally Sheila said, "Go lie down on the sofa ans sleep. Go!"
And I did. I really hadn't much choice. Thank God I wasn't working for some stranger.
After I slept it off somewhat, we had Pho for supper at Pho Tai Noodle Soup on Merivale, That, an a quantity of iced tea, perked me up enough to pretend to be alert in my French class, which was about the passé composé, imparfait, and plus-que-parfait.
I said I'd do a talk tomorrow. I was going to talk about Tarot cards, but the teacher said that since we don't have much time, it should be a short, funny story. I don't know any short, funny stories. Help!