PA: Blog-City // 05
December 17th – Why did this have to happen on a Saturday?
You know- I well would have preferred a weekday. Somewhere between Monday and Friday would have been swell. But no- That would be WAY too easy. My schedule this week has been a trying but familiar hell. I’ve not had one unoccupied moment since they fired the gun to begin on Monday morning. And when the gates dropped I took off running and have been running for five days. And I held out, I got sick on Tuesday- butchered two of my coworker’s schedules, and barely slept at night, but I have been holding up… This weekend, I finally- at long last, am done. I have finals and summative to study for, sure. But this weekend, my dad’s in Miami, my Mom and step dad are in Branson, no school, I don’t have to work, I don’t have any pressing homework or chores or things to deal with, I finally, at long last, had it finished… This weekend- I was going to relax…
So anyway I’ve been throwing up in two hour cycles since three AM. I am atrociously sick, all alone in this big old house of mine. I cannot do a freaking thing. I’m not even in this place unless I’m sleeping. It’s been forever since I’ve seen it in the sunlight, I’m so unfamiliar with it that I had to call up to Branson and ask where the Tylenol was because I didn’t know! Oh that I could have been sick on a weekday! On a day when I needed a break… But no, I finally get a break and now I’m sick. The illness actually seems to be easing off by now. So I think I may have one final fling tonight. Go out and do something while I still am able. Before hell restarts it’s engine and a new week begins. Yeah… we’ll force ourselves out of here… My mom’s going to kill me when she sees what I’ve done to the thermostat. A fever is an illusion created by the body that makes the mind believe that it is living in Antarctica. Basically I’ve been really freaking cold. And the thermostat (at least I know what that is) has been on my frequent stops list for the day. I’ve been by there turning it up more times than I’ve eaten food so far. Which I guess isn’t saying much because I haven’t really eaten a whole lot today. I tried to eat breakfast this morning… that was a mistake. Heck of a way to lose weight for wrestling I guess. I haven’t properly thrown up since around three o’clock and it’s nearly six now. So I think that it may be passing. Oi- Praise God for Tylenol. I had big plans for this day. I was going to write in my book, I was going to update my site and all of its… stuff. But nah, I’ve been downstairs mostly, on the sofa with a glass of milk, a bowl of Ramen Chicken Noodle soup and underneath a thick collection of blankets stacked one atop the other watching movies. So I am relaxing I guess. Just not the way I intended. Or the way I wanted.
Yeah… If I can manage it- I’m going to go do something tonight.
