I'm really neglecting Tropico 4 right now
I have been sick for over half a week now. It started with Will on Tuesday having what seemed to be a head cold, and the next day by a stroke of luck he was able to see his doctor impromptu, who diagnosed him with a sinus infection, which supposedly isn't contagious, but I got it the next day.
Doctor for me on Friday after leaving work early, found out I had a fever, and got diagnosed with the same thing. I took my meds and felt well enough the next morning to go to the State Fair with Will's parents (Will had to work, boo), which was fun. I didn't eat anything outrageous - just had a turkey leg for dinner and a bucket of cookies that I carried around.
Oh, you don't know about buckets of cookies?
This place is an Iowa State Fair tradition. The line is always so long and I don't think I'd had them since elementary or middle school, but Will's mom and I managed to get in line when there weren't as many people. They are always hot, gooey, and downright DELICIOUS. The cookies are a bit smaller than average ones (maybe 2.5" in diameter) and there has to be at least 60-70 cookies in this bucket, which looks a lot smaller when you're waiting in the line. (o_o) The plan was to get a cup of them, but I texted Will's dad (he was headed over) for advice and he said to get a bucket and we could share.
He only had like 4-5 in the end. (>_>);;; But now I have a whole bucket of cookies here at home which I don't really need because the damn clinic scale told me I gained weight (>_<); But really, one shouldn't be trying to lose weight when at the fair. *shrugs*
It rained that night though, when we were watching Will's uncle's band perform at an outdoor bar, and I was stupid and didn't pay attention to the forecast and probably put my health on the backburner when I left in a tank top and shorts. I stayed in all day on Sunday and I thought things would be better, but today I woke up feeling worse. I thought I was just tired but after a few hours of being there, I was ready to pass out. I think my fever came back, and I left around 2pm after skipping my lunch. I called Will to let him know I was finally off (later than expected, urgh...just not a good day to be sick, Mondays always give me so much to do) and he said he had a good hunch that our dirty-ass kitchen sink had caused both of us to get sick, and when I got home he was filling it up with bleach and water. It really is the little things; I wasn't expecting him to do that. <3
It really doesn't help that the fires of MORRRRDORRRR are raging right now. I'm just going to take it easy tonight and hope tomorrow is better, because I don't want to go back to the doctor.
Oh, and all of the college students are officially back in town. When I went to my car this morning (parked on the street since Friday afternoon), there was a random couch cushion on it, no doubt placed by a drunken fool. It's probably my paranoia talking, but I have a bad feeling this is going to be a running gag with my car when it's on the street. I just think, why MY car!?
I feel like a proper townie now that I've experienced a full summer without these douche-wipes, and am now experiencing the intense loathing of their return...
DAMN KIDS GET OFF MY LAWN
Doctor for me on Friday after leaving work early, found out I had a fever, and got diagnosed with the same thing. I took my meds and felt well enough the next morning to go to the State Fair with Will's parents (Will had to work, boo), which was fun. I didn't eat anything outrageous - just had a turkey leg for dinner and a bucket of cookies that I carried around.
Oh, you don't know about buckets of cookies?
This place is an Iowa State Fair tradition. The line is always so long and I don't think I'd had them since elementary or middle school, but Will's mom and I managed to get in line when there weren't as many people. They are always hot, gooey, and downright DELICIOUS. The cookies are a bit smaller than average ones (maybe 2.5" in diameter) and there has to be at least 60-70 cookies in this bucket, which looks a lot smaller when you're waiting in the line. (o_o) The plan was to get a cup of them, but I texted Will's dad (he was headed over) for advice and he said to get a bucket and we could share.
He only had like 4-5 in the end. (>_>);;; But now I have a whole bucket of cookies here at home which I don't really need because the damn clinic scale told me I gained weight (>_<); But really, one shouldn't be trying to lose weight when at the fair. *shrugs*
It rained that night though, when we were watching Will's uncle's band perform at an outdoor bar, and I was stupid and didn't pay attention to the forecast and probably put my health on the backburner when I left in a tank top and shorts. I stayed in all day on Sunday and I thought things would be better, but today I woke up feeling worse. I thought I was just tired but after a few hours of being there, I was ready to pass out. I think my fever came back, and I left around 2pm after skipping my lunch. I called Will to let him know I was finally off (later than expected, urgh...just not a good day to be sick, Mondays always give me so much to do) and he said he had a good hunch that our dirty-ass kitchen sink had caused both of us to get sick, and when I got home he was filling it up with bleach and water. It really is the little things; I wasn't expecting him to do that. <3
It really doesn't help that the fires of MORRRRDORRRR are raging right now. I'm just going to take it easy tonight and hope tomorrow is better, because I don't want to go back to the doctor.
Oh, and all of the college students are officially back in town. When I went to my car this morning (parked on the street since Friday afternoon), there was a random couch cushion on it, no doubt placed by a drunken fool. It's probably my paranoia talking, but I have a bad feeling this is going to be a running gag with my car when it's on the street. I just think, why MY car!?
I feel like a proper townie now that I've experienced a full summer without these douche-wipes, and am now experiencing the intense loathing of their return...
DAMN KIDS GET OFF MY LAWN