Wonderful World of Me.

I shouldn’t be at work. I’m sick., originally uploaded by Suddenly Single.

Tuesday marked one of the best nights of the year so far. Wednesday marked, what I believed, the worst day of the year so far.
I couldn’t breath. My eyeballs hurts.
Then Thursday came. It was worse than Wednesday. It was Wednesday on steroids.
I managed to muddle through work and as soon as 5pm hit, I would nearly burst into tears and down some cold medicine.
This had to be the worst of it.
Wrong. Friday came and said, “Hey-oh!” and I called my boss. He heard me and said, “No, you’re not working today…you’re resting and you’re getting better.”
I only half listened to him. Knowing that if I didn’t work on Friday would mean Monday would be unbearable, I did all that I could before the medicine kicked in and then passed right out.

This morning I woke up just in time to get my morning cuddle and hear the door shut. “GET UP!” my brain screamed. “NO FREAKING WAY!” screamed the cold.
At 7:30am I started to get fidgety. I was afraid there was a hike I was missing.
“You awake?” Clearly Dan wasn’t awake, “You going hiking?” I was hoping he would say no.
He didn’t go without me.

Somehow I managed to get out and get some stuff done, but by the end of the 2 hours I was completely worn out.
Thankfully one of the things I did do was get some stuff to throw on the grill and get dinner out of the way.
Single greatest purchase last year was my BBQ. I love it more than anything I have ever bought.

Saturday was a wash. I’m hoping and hoping that I wake up tomorrow and i’m able to get out there in the sunshine and get feeling healthy again.

This has been the laziest weekend since…before the new year! Perhaps this is my body’s way of saying, “Slow the fuck down!”

No. I don’t wanna!