So, I almost killed myself… dumb$#%t!
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I’d love to, at this point, be able to regail you with tales of the first weekend of Renaissance festival. No, I’d love to, but instead I have a horror story about how a mixture of stubbornness and medicinals can cause you teh owies.
Friday night, after grabbing some last minute supplies and droping off the spawn with his grandparents, we made our way to grounds, loaded up our tent and proceeded to reconnect with the loverly peoples we haven’t seen in 9 months and missed dearly. Some time in the wee hours of the morning I got a horrible case of the shivers, so bad in fact that I still have muscle sorness from the experience. The shivers turned into a mid grade fever.
Saturday morning I was not to be kept from my triumphant return, so I loaded up with my costume, hit the tylanol, and (in the absense of my claritin/zyrtec) took a double shot of Benadryl. I then slamed a diet Lipton green tea and hit the dirt.
Around mid-day my massive error in judgment came to a head. I’ll save you all the nasty details, but one of my friends told me they were 4 feet through digging my grave when my fever finally broke later that evening. I had my costume privileges revoked for Sunday, and Monday was spent in a post near death haze and episodes of B5.
I’m back to work today, and I’m finally feeling more human than waste processing facility.
So here’s to your health.
Cheers!