sick sick sick.
well. i think this might be the most sick i've ever been. it all started on monday, when i came in to work for my second day off in a row. we were putting up this gigantic display (that turned out really well and we're all very happy with). i started getting this terrible burning/sore throat...the kind that you get when you have a stomach bug or something. later in the day i realized one of the people helping put up the display was clearing his throat a lot and seemed generally out of it (well. more than usual). as the night continued on i just felt worse and worse, but it didn't really amount to anything. so. i went to work on tuesday, even though i felt like balls. really, i was just coughing and felt pretty out of it at that point. wednesday, the coughing and out-of-it-feeling got worse, and so i decided to call in. i felt a little better on thursday, so i went to work again. anyway. since i called in on wednesday, my boss gave me the "option" of working friday (which i normally have to work, but since i worked sunday and monday that week, i would get friday and saturday off. for once). i started feeling better for a little bit during the evening after work on thursday and thought "you know what. i deserve this four day weekend. eff work." so i called and let them know i would not be in on friday after all, and decided to have a nice, cozy day off with jason. and i woke up on friday and felt pretty bad, but was determined to make the most of the day. we had awesome breakfast and coffee, and after that just kind of relaxed and read and had tea. later we got some taco bell and headed to my parents to watch the sabres game and i was feeling alright for most of the night. right before we left, however, it really hit me, and it wasn't until then that i started to feel really congested. so i basically complained for the rest of the night, went to bed early and hoped that our day of resting would make me better for the big day we had ahead of us on saturday.
we had this day planned for a while, and it finally came! we went to ikea first, in burlington ontario, i got a bunch of cool stuff, nothing too big or flashy though. a lamp, a seat cushion, storage tins, and another small light thing. we were going to go to amy's place (my favorite for buffalo food) before seeing mirah (my favoriate for anywhere music) but we ran out of time, and that was just fine, because i had started to feel so sick. i was just so congested and sneezing and blowing my nose every two minutes. i know i looked and felt like crap, but i was really pumped about the day. the shows doors were at 9 and music didn't even start until 10:30. mirah finally came on and explained that she dropped a drum on her foot, and needed to go to the hospital to get x-rays, so would be playing a short show. so that was a bummer because it's the only time i've ever seen her play before. i stood close to watch, and after about fifteen minutes i started to feel really weird. so i made jason nervous and told him i needed to sit down. i started to feel so hot and lightheaded. my stomach was upset, and everything started sounding muffled and tinny, and so i had some water and tried to relax. mirah finished playing what seemed like pretty soon after that, and yes, i'm sorry for her foot, but i'm glad i didn't miss the best mirah show in the history of the planet, too. we left as soon as she was done and stopped at mighty taco for some late night fast food. the one we stopped at did not have a drive through and as soon as we walked inside it smelled like a toilet (which apparently i stated too loud) and that's when i knew my stomach was iffier than i thought originally. we picked it up to go, and i snacked on some tortilla chips while i made him drive.
this is where the story gets fun. i continued on, chain-blowing my nose/sneezing/coughing/queasy stomach. i had one big sneeze and i knew i was going to lose it. i made him pull over and i harfed all over the thru-way. needless to say, we got home and i went straight to bed (after brushing my teeth, of course). i woke up this morning hoping to feel a little better, and i'm still blowing my nose constantly, and i woke up every four hours, just when i could take more medicine. i've found myself counting down minutes until i can take my next dose. now. my only plan for today was to sleep and forget the outside world, but then i ran out of tissues. so i needed to go to wegmans IMMEDIATELY to get more. i decided to also pick up more medicine, orange juice and vasoline, for my poor raw nose. i got home. poured myself an orange juice and cracked open the vasoline only to find that i wasn't the first person to crack open this specific container of vasoline. so fucking disgusting. if the person who used the vasoline had anything i have, i am by no means going to smear it all over my nose and mouth. ugh. so. i packed my pockets full of tissues again, went through the bag of dirty tissues i just threw out in the dumpster in the back of the house to find my receipt and drag myself back to wegmans. i waited in line at the service desk for what seemed like a half hour, and finally the girl helped me. i said "i just got home, this was already used" and she said "go get another" and i said "now i have to go get another?" and she said yes, so i did but i just walked away. now. working at wegmans, i know they have people to do that. especially if a product was damaged. and i am quite visibly ill. she didn't seem to care at all and i was just too disgusted on the idea of used medical products on the shelves. ew.
anyway. i guess i'm done. basically what i'm trying to say, is that i'm really sick...and i've never had to pull over a car to puke before.
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we had this day planned for a while, and it finally came! we went to ikea first, in burlington ontario, i got a bunch of cool stuff, nothing too big or flashy though. a lamp, a seat cushion, storage tins, and another small light thing. we were going to go to amy's place (my favorite for buffalo food) before seeing mirah (my favoriate for anywhere music) but we ran out of time, and that was just fine, because i had started to feel so sick. i was just so congested and sneezing and blowing my nose every two minutes. i know i looked and felt like crap, but i was really pumped about the day. the shows doors were at 9 and music didn't even start until 10:30. mirah finally came on and explained that she dropped a drum on her foot, and needed to go to the hospital to get x-rays, so would be playing a short show. so that was a bummer because it's the only time i've ever seen her play before. i stood close to watch, and after about fifteen minutes i started to feel really weird. so i made jason nervous and told him i needed to sit down. i started to feel so hot and lightheaded. my stomach was upset, and everything started sounding muffled and tinny, and so i had some water and tried to relax. mirah finished playing what seemed like pretty soon after that, and yes, i'm sorry for her foot, but i'm glad i didn't miss the best mirah show in the history of the planet, too. we left as soon as she was done and stopped at mighty taco for some late night fast food. the one we stopped at did not have a drive through and as soon as we walked inside it smelled like a toilet (which apparently i stated too loud) and that's when i knew my stomach was iffier than i thought originally. we picked it up to go, and i snacked on some tortilla chips while i made him drive.
this is where the story gets fun. i continued on, chain-blowing my nose/sneezing/coughing/queasy stomach. i had one big sneeze and i knew i was going to lose it. i made him pull over and i harfed all over the thru-way. needless to say, we got home and i went straight to bed (after brushing my teeth, of course). i woke up this morning hoping to feel a little better, and i'm still blowing my nose constantly, and i woke up every four hours, just when i could take more medicine. i've found myself counting down minutes until i can take my next dose. now. my only plan for today was to sleep and forget the outside world, but then i ran out of tissues. so i needed to go to wegmans IMMEDIATELY to get more. i decided to also pick up more medicine, orange juice and vasoline, for my poor raw nose. i got home. poured myself an orange juice and cracked open the vasoline only to find that i wasn't the first person to crack open this specific container of vasoline. so fucking disgusting. if the person who used the vasoline had anything i have, i am by no means going to smear it all over my nose and mouth. ugh. so. i packed my pockets full of tissues again, went through the bag of dirty tissues i just threw out in the dumpster in the back of the house to find my receipt and drag myself back to wegmans. i waited in line at the service desk for what seemed like a half hour, and finally the girl helped me. i said "i just got home, this was already used" and she said "go get another" and i said "now i have to go get another?" and she said yes, so i did but i just walked away. now. working at wegmans, i know they have people to do that. especially if a product was damaged. and i am quite visibly ill. she didn't seem to care at all and i was just too disgusted on the idea of used medical products on the shelves. ew.
anyway. i guess i'm done. basically what i'm trying to say, is that i'm really sick...and i've never had to pull over a car to puke before.
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