hit by train; run over by train
so friday I feel a little drained. I start getting really tired during the 3rd quarter of a pretty good football game. I slept like a rock afterwards.
Saturday I wake up and feel like I have been hit by a train... I couldn't get out of bed for like 20 minutes after my alarms went off. I felt like complete and utter crap (head, nose, throat, etc, the generic yuck) not to mention being banged up from head to toe... thank you cheerleading.
But I still manage to get my ass to work on time. I go through work, bored as hell and get "critiqued" on my reffing- nothing major, just little stupid stuff... like wearing my jacket. grr. anyhoo.
SO I go home from work and take a nice hot bubble bath in my Mom's bathtub (it's a lot bigger than mine) and start to feel better. Then, Mom made me some veggie soup and George hung out with me while I rested. not too bad. I love them both so much - they take such good care of me and are so awesome to be around.
I went to babysit and fucked up all over the place... got the kid to do all the things he was supposed to do, made sure he was in bed, etc., but I fell asleep (but the mom knew I wasn't feeling good) and left the dog outside... oops... other than that it was okay. Came home, crashed.
This morning I wake up and feel like I had been hit, ran over, back over and ran over again by a train. I mean 5 times worse than I felt yesterday. So, it's early - like 8:45, I try to call the guy I'm covering for and no answer... see this dude likes to party a bit much so I always end up covering his ass at work, but he can never cover for me. If I didn't need the money so bad I wouldn't do it. I call every 20 minutes hoping to get a hold of him, but no such luck, so I end up at EPRC today anyway. He just called 5 minutes ago to see what was up... little late now buddy. It;s only a five hour shift... money is money...
I still need to do laundry, clean my room, do 2 take home tests and somehow rest up for school next week. I can't afford to be sick. grrr. Anyway, enough bitching. Maybe I'll be okay now thanks to a whole lot of tea, and some tylenol flu and stuff.
Saturday I wake up and feel like I have been hit by a train... I couldn't get out of bed for like 20 minutes after my alarms went off. I felt like complete and utter crap (head, nose, throat, etc, the generic yuck) not to mention being banged up from head to toe... thank you cheerleading.
But I still manage to get my ass to work on time. I go through work, bored as hell and get "critiqued" on my reffing- nothing major, just little stupid stuff... like wearing my jacket. grr. anyhoo.
SO I go home from work and take a nice hot bubble bath in my Mom's bathtub (it's a lot bigger than mine) and start to feel better. Then, Mom made me some veggie soup and George hung out with me while I rested. not too bad. I love them both so much - they take such good care of me and are so awesome to be around.
I went to babysit and fucked up all over the place... got the kid to do all the things he was supposed to do, made sure he was in bed, etc., but I fell asleep (but the mom knew I wasn't feeling good) and left the dog outside... oops... other than that it was okay. Came home, crashed.
This morning I wake up and feel like I had been hit, ran over, back over and ran over again by a train. I mean 5 times worse than I felt yesterday. So, it's early - like 8:45, I try to call the guy I'm covering for and no answer... see this dude likes to party a bit much so I always end up covering his ass at work, but he can never cover for me. If I didn't need the money so bad I wouldn't do it. I call every 20 minutes hoping to get a hold of him, but no such luck, so I end up at EPRC today anyway. He just called 5 minutes ago to see what was up... little late now buddy. It;s only a five hour shift... money is money...
I still need to do laundry, clean my room, do 2 take home tests and somehow rest up for school next week. I can't afford to be sick. grrr. Anyway, enough bitching. Maybe I'll be okay now thanks to a whole lot of tea, and some tylenol flu and stuff.