So I think I caught something on Monday or Tuesday when I was making deliveries. Woke up with a mildly sore throat and was like, “Meh, the weather’s getting drier and my hydration game has been hit or miss recently.” But then I got to work and it was like, “Hmmm, this isn’t going away with breakfast and water. I’ll keep an eye on it.” Finish out nearly the whole day and get to the last hour or two. That’s when I’m like, “You know, it isn’t fading, it’s just getting a little worse. Plus I’m making mistakes that I normally wouldn’t make. I’ll head home early.”
So before I head out my coworker is like, “Hey, can you take care of over half a dozen Krispy Kream donuts for us? We’re the only ones left and I can’t eat them.” And I’m like, “Bro the universe would choose this timing. Free donuts? Artificial sugar when I’m trying to fend off a cold? Pain.” Then I remember that I have a roommate and I’m like, “Sure, my roommate can eat them.” And that’s how we got those.
SO THEN I get home and that’s when the brain fog hits extra hard. I sit down in my chair and start watching some youtube to wind down and relax and the BOY wants attention and is making this a very known fact. I try and play with him but he’s being the BOY and just makes things difficult. Anyway I spend my evening feeling progressively more and more tired (more than one usually does) and finally I’m like, “Okay, it’s only 7:30 but I would rather be up and healthy for Friday with the friends and Saturday for the podcast invite. So I’m gonna go to bed now and hope for a long sleep.”
Results? I got like 8 or 9 hours of sleep before being woken up by the BOY throwing a fit because BOY. And my absolutely demolished throat and sinuses. The day before my throat was what hurt. Now it had switched to my sinuses trying to burst from inside my skull. So I get up and start making myself some tea and I’m like, “This sucks.” and putter about on the internet for a while until Walmart opens. My list is simple: antihistamines, food, and tissues. So I get myself the first one easy, grab some bread chili since cooking would be a bad idea in this state, and totally forget to get tissues. Only remember them when I’m home.
Now that I’m home I make some food and start the dishwasher. Then I’m like, “F*ck, I need to sign the lease.” and head out to do that. But then I see the dishwasher is hecking leaking all over the floor. Now at this point I’m in need of a shower, I’m cold, my head is driving me mad, and I have this one day to sign my lease. I was… not pleased. So after groaning about it for a bit and indulging in some undeserved self pity I put on my big boy pants (figuratively and literally) and head to the leasing office. I do my paperwork and head back fire off a quick email about the leak, and I now discover that a typo means I have to sign again because as I’m always learning again and again forever: When it rains it makes puddles.
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