Weekend sickness
Sniff. I'm sick. The only cure is pity. Please give my all your pity.
I am not sure where this cold came from. On Saturday I felt OK. I was smacking out the drywall and tiles out of my bathroom with a big hammer. My throat started to feel a little sore then, but I simply thought it was all the mildew that was flying through the air affecting me. (There was some nasty mildew on the other side of the shower tiles. Ew.) Then I went out Saturday night and stayed up too late and drank too much booze. I woke up late Sunday and then I knew I had a cold. So I basically spent Sunday moping around and thinking about how much it sucked to be sick. I did not want to do much to aggravate it, so I basically loafed around on the couch on Sunday. I did not want to waste another vacation day from work sitting at home being sick. I had enough of that after I fell off my roof.
Saturday night I went with a friend downtown. I had forgotten how much I hate downtown on a weekend. I have not been in a long time and now I know why. We wandered around a bit with no real plan in mind. I decided I wanted to peek at that new 'Sky' club to see what it was all about. Ugh. It stank. I paid 5 bucks to get in, climbed up several steps of stairs and popped out on a rooftop. I have to admit I kind of like the whole rooftop-bar bit and they had some neat little cloth gazebos to lounge about in, however it was the clientele that put me off. It was a big teeming mass of Guido's and their women. I had to be careful where I walked because I was afraid I was going to bump into some little short Guido and get a wad of hair-gel on my chest. In short the place looked like a page from an Abercrombie & Fitch catalog. I think we were up there for all of ten minutes before we fled, carefully skirting the girl furiously shaking her butt with a corona in her hand, much to the satisfaction of several Hispanic onlookers.
I wanted to slap the dude at the door that took my five bucks. WTF, exactly, was I paying five bucks for? I could have blown my nose with a five dollar bill and then stepped on it for all the satisfaction I got out of it.
After that we wandered over to I-bar. It was horribly packed, too much for my tastes, but at least the people were more amusing to look at. I just hate being in a place where everyone looks the same. You can just feel the creativity being sucked out of you. We hung out for a while and I had a couple more drinks and managed to set a candle on fire. (If you use a candle as an ashtray, sometimes the butts catch on fire. Who woulda thunk?) On the way back to the car I got myself a polish sausage from the hotdog man. Shallan looked at it with horrified disgust, but oh man after a half a dozen rum and cokes it sure was good. I wish I had another one right now.
Headed on home. Crawled into bed and snoozed and woke up the next morning with a throbbing headache. Took a couple of Advil, went back to bed, and then woke up coughing snotting. The cold was upon me. I was pretty annoyed. Loafed the day away and then went to bed around 8pm with sunshine still coming in the windows.
One of the few times I dislike living alone is when I have a fever. I woke up around one or two in the morning last night, shivering yet feeling hot and flushed in a fever fit. I was having a dream that I was on the side of a mountain at night, a mountain that was composed of black rubble. I was trying to sleep and kept pulling the thin blanket over me, trying to keep out the cold mountain wind.
I got out of bed and sat in the living room for a bit. The fever was making my head swim and I was getting an odd crawling sensation up and down my spine, as if there was unseen eyes in the room looking me up and down. I had to turn on the TV for a while to dispel that feeling. Eventually I went to bed again, pulling the covers over my head and blotting out the world. I hate being sick.
This morning on the way to work I picked up a couple of Dayquil. I am still waiting for it to kick in. My fever is down a bit but my nose is till running like a faucet. I'm sure my office mates get annoyed when they hear me blow out another big wad of snot, but I can't help it. When ya gotta blow ya gotta blow.
Hopefully I will be over this by tomorrow.
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