I choked on a candy heart
Ah Valentine's Day. A day of love and, as my Mom says, it's about celebrating love and not just the romantic kind and I shouldn't become a cynic.
This week started out great, I ran around a squash court with a friend and then went to play another game managing to hit myself in the face with a basketball (also made two baskets in 15 minutes). My work was going well, the experiments looking up and a paper in the works.
Tuesday started out with a little sore throat, no big deal. I ignored it and threw myself into the day. I was looking forward to a party on Thursday night, an old movie night on Friday and another big party on Saturday, which would easily make me forget any lingering sullen thoughts of Valentines.
Then, sitting in front of an experiment I started to realize my face felt very much as it did when I'd been drinking red wine. All flushed and hot. Hmmmmm. Around 5 it turned into a headache plus fever and by 6pm my skin hurt from the fever and I knew I had to get home now. So I sluggishly dragged myself to my apartment arriving exhausted even though the way home is mostly downhill.
The next three days I spent in bed. I tried to get up for work on Thurs, but after it took me an hour to get to the shower and another to feebly wash and stumble back to bed I had to give up.
On the bright side I'm much better today. I have to rest after every flight of stairs and I'm wearing three layers of pants, shirts, socks seeing as my fever thinks it's funny to actually make my skin feel hot while the inside of me is freezing! But I'm at work, so good I'll get something useful done.
But there's no way I'll make the party tonight, so yet another Valentines day will go by in a fairly pathetic manner. On the bright side I'll probably be in bed by 9 at the latest and I didn't struggle out of bed till 2, so there you go, a nice short (very non-cynical) day.
See it's non-cynical cos I said on the bright side. Clever of me, I know.
This week started out great, I ran around a squash court with a friend and then went to play another game managing to hit myself in the face with a basketball (also made two baskets in 15 minutes). My work was going well, the experiments looking up and a paper in the works.
Tuesday started out with a little sore throat, no big deal. I ignored it and threw myself into the day. I was looking forward to a party on Thursday night, an old movie night on Friday and another big party on Saturday, which would easily make me forget any lingering sullen thoughts of Valentines.
Then, sitting in front of an experiment I started to realize my face felt very much as it did when I'd been drinking red wine. All flushed and hot. Hmmmmm. Around 5 it turned into a headache plus fever and by 6pm my skin hurt from the fever and I knew I had to get home now. So I sluggishly dragged myself to my apartment arriving exhausted even though the way home is mostly downhill.
The next three days I spent in bed. I tried to get up for work on Thurs, but after it took me an hour to get to the shower and another to feebly wash and stumble back to bed I had to give up.
On the bright side I'm much better today. I have to rest after every flight of stairs and I'm wearing three layers of pants, shirts, socks seeing as my fever thinks it's funny to actually make my skin feel hot while the inside of me is freezing! But I'm at work, so good I'll get something useful done.
But there's no way I'll make the party tonight, so yet another Valentines day will go by in a fairly pathetic manner. On the bright side I'll probably be in bed by 9 at the latest and I didn't struggle out of bed till 2, so there you go, a nice short (very non-cynical) day.
See it's non-cynical cos I said on the bright side. Clever of me, I know.
posted by ldbug at Saturday, February 14, 2009
6 Comments:
I'm gonna be alone on Valentine's Day too. But by choice...just, not my choice.
Since I'm in a whole new city, with no love or even the prospect of it on the horizon, I decided to do a night of Chinese food and movies.
Do you think that makes me sound like a cliché?
Anyways, I hope you get better real soon. Being sick since Tuesday, sure is a long time and I hope it's nothing too serious. Take care and get well!
oh, poor bug has a bug! take care of yourself lil ladybug!
I was surrounded by the wifey, Jax and 6 cats on V-Day. Same as any other day really....
You look after yourself babe. Never mind work. If you're sick stay in bed and drink hot toddys. (Scotch and hot water). They work - or at least after several you forget you're sick ...;-)
All the getting better advice I get over here involve whiskey...ah the brits
arrrrgh!!!! Don't say Whiskey up there. It's Scotch or you're in trouble!!!!
Whiskey's Irish.
Hope yer feelin better x
The Preacherman - I always called it Scotch back home, but no-one here calls it Scotch. They all say whiskey and even call them whiskey distilleries in the adverts. I even went to a tasting and it was all called whiskey. I've honestly not heard the term scotch since living here. I don't know why, but I'll ask a native today..
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