I...have a cold
"Everyone in my department is getting a cold. Chris has it now. I hope I don't get it, being sick sucks :(."
I totally jinxed myself. Friday morning I woke up with a cold. If I thoguht NBYO was going to be crappy before, it was even crappier being sick while I was doing it. Had to get up right early Saturday morning so we could be in St. John by 10...or 9...I don't remember what it was, but it was way too freaking early for a weekend with a cold.
Anyway, the first practice was the Brahms. The piece I play like ten bars in. So I could have skipped it and slept in and not really missed anything. Sigh. Sitting in a chair for forty minutes with a cold and being exhausted is not fun.
Luckily the last practice of the day they did the piece I don't play in at all, so I got to sit it out. Good, because I don't think I'd have made it. My head and throat were killing me. Unfortunately, I finished my book during the practice, so I had nothing else to do all evening.
Because then it was piza time. Yuck. I ate the lunch mom packed earlier - they provided lunch so I still had it.
Then we had like two hours to waste, so I just wandered around St. John with like six people I didn't know. Anyone who knows me knows I'm horribly bad at socializing in groups of people I don't know. I didn't say anything all evening.
Then we had soem stupid reception thingy. It's NBYO's 40th anniversary so they had all these alumni and stuff show up and you ate finger foods and talked to people. Essentially, a bunch of old farts got together and talked about when they had real hips. I was bored out of my mind and wanted nothing more than to go to bed. But no, I had tos it here and listen to them until 9 o'clock, at which point I wanted to die. I got invited to go see a movie with my billet and some other band members (Bond!) but I felt like death walking so I just went to my billet. Upon arrival, it toko about ten minutes for me to fall asleep. I didn't even hear the other two come in from their movie, even though they were right outside my door and making a lot of noise (so they claim); I slept right through the whole thing.
I felt much better the next morning. The lady who billeted me was incredibly nice, and the house was nice, if out in the middle of nowhere. I got the sleep I needed, anyway.
The concert went well. I wore my suit for the first time. I felt ridiculous wearing the stupid thing. It felt like a costume; the kind of person who would wear that suit isn't the kind of person I am. Hard to explain. Anyway, I still felt like utter crap after the concert due to being sick, so I was in an extremely foul mood all the way home. Then I played some WoW and went to bed.
Now I'm at work. Lise is gone on a course to learn how to use SMS this week, so it's just me and Chris, and yesterday was pretty crazy. I'm hoping not every day is like that, 'cause my cold isn't getting any better. I'd call in sick for a day but that would leave just Chris here and that would suck for him even more. I'm not THAT much help, but I'm better than nothing. At least today has been pretty slow - the phone only rang once, and Chris has handled everything with enough time left over to eat cheesies and play solitaire. A lot of requests come in through an email account I don't have access to, so if he wants me to do anything, he pretty much has to tell me. Which I don't mind at all; doing things makes the day go by SO MUCH faster than sitting here.
In about a half hour I'm going to get a flu shot. Isn't it a bad idea to get a flu shot when you're already sick? I thought so, but apparently Dad didn't, so off I go. I really wish I hadn't gotten out of bed this morning.
/sneeze
Ed came over yesterday. We didn't really do much worthy of note, mostly just hung out 'cause I hadn't talked to the guy in quite a while. He played VP (I finally talked him into it!) while I pretended to be paying attention to my raid in WoW. And we talked about stuff. Good times. I wonder if I managed to make him sick too. Mwahaha. Think we'll see Bond on Friday night if I don't feel like death by then.
Okay, time to find something else to do.
I totally jinxed myself. Friday morning I woke up with a cold. If I thoguht NBYO was going to be crappy before, it was even crappier being sick while I was doing it. Had to get up right early Saturday morning so we could be in St. John by 10...or 9...I don't remember what it was, but it was way too freaking early for a weekend with a cold.
Anyway, the first practice was the Brahms. The piece I play like ten bars in. So I could have skipped it and slept in and not really missed anything. Sigh. Sitting in a chair for forty minutes with a cold and being exhausted is not fun.
Luckily the last practice of the day they did the piece I don't play in at all, so I got to sit it out. Good, because I don't think I'd have made it. My head and throat were killing me. Unfortunately, I finished my book during the practice, so I had nothing else to do all evening.
Because then it was piza time. Yuck. I ate the lunch mom packed earlier - they provided lunch so I still had it.
Then we had like two hours to waste, so I just wandered around St. John with like six people I didn't know. Anyone who knows me knows I'm horribly bad at socializing in groups of people I don't know. I didn't say anything all evening.
Then we had soem stupid reception thingy. It's NBYO's 40th anniversary so they had all these alumni and stuff show up and you ate finger foods and talked to people. Essentially, a bunch of old farts got together and talked about when they had real hips. I was bored out of my mind and wanted nothing more than to go to bed. But no, I had tos it here and listen to them until 9 o'clock, at which point I wanted to die. I got invited to go see a movie with my billet and some other band members (Bond!) but I felt like death walking so I just went to my billet. Upon arrival, it toko about ten minutes for me to fall asleep. I didn't even hear the other two come in from their movie, even though they were right outside my door and making a lot of noise (so they claim); I slept right through the whole thing.
I felt much better the next morning. The lady who billeted me was incredibly nice, and the house was nice, if out in the middle of nowhere. I got the sleep I needed, anyway.
The concert went well. I wore my suit for the first time. I felt ridiculous wearing the stupid thing. It felt like a costume; the kind of person who would wear that suit isn't the kind of person I am. Hard to explain. Anyway, I still felt like utter crap after the concert due to being sick, so I was in an extremely foul mood all the way home. Then I played some WoW and went to bed.
Now I'm at work. Lise is gone on a course to learn how to use SMS this week, so it's just me and Chris, and yesterday was pretty crazy. I'm hoping not every day is like that, 'cause my cold isn't getting any better. I'd call in sick for a day but that would leave just Chris here and that would suck for him even more. I'm not THAT much help, but I'm better than nothing. At least today has been pretty slow - the phone only rang once, and Chris has handled everything with enough time left over to eat cheesies and play solitaire. A lot of requests come in through an email account I don't have access to, so if he wants me to do anything, he pretty much has to tell me. Which I don't mind at all; doing things makes the day go by SO MUCH faster than sitting here.
In about a half hour I'm going to get a flu shot. Isn't it a bad idea to get a flu shot when you're already sick? I thought so, but apparently Dad didn't, so off I go. I really wish I hadn't gotten out of bed this morning.
/sneeze
Ed came over yesterday. We didn't really do much worthy of note, mostly just hung out 'cause I hadn't talked to the guy in quite a while. He played VP (I finally talked him into it!) while I pretended to be paying attention to my raid in WoW. And we talked about stuff. Good times. I wonder if I managed to make him sick too. Mwahaha. Think we'll see Bond on Friday night if I don't feel like death by then.
Okay, time to find something else to do.