On Friday, this past weekend held promise. I was looking forward to Saturday, when there would be some live music enjoyed with my little brother, and then Sunday held the possibility of seeing a new movie and enjoying a little girl-date-time! After surviving two shifts of working Black Friday, I assumed (incorrectly) that I was invincible!
That night, I attempted to sleep. Unfortunately, my body had other plans. IT decided to catch the flu and make me miserable for the ENTIRE night, and then for most of the remaining weekend. After running to the bathroom about five times between 2am and 4am, I finally yacked. It was HORRIBLE! It had been so long since I’d thrown up from being that sick that I’d forgotten the shame that comes along with vomit+toilet water splashing back up onto the face.
So there I was, puke-covered face, feeling like utter shit, and seriously lacking sleep. A quick rinse and tooth-brushing later, I attempted sleep again. I think I MIGHT have gotten an hour of shut-eye in before darting back to the bathroom for round two of puke-a-rama! The following two days consisted of a lot of sleep and pathetic-ness.
Some things I had forgotten, and unfortunately re-learned this past weekend:
Throwing up is a full body workout, and manages to suck every ounce of strength out of you.
A body full of sore muscles on top of a hurting stomach sucks all the balls!
Campbell’s “Homemade Chicken Noodle Soup” is disgusting, and only seven bites of it are tolerable.
If you’re going to be sick, don’t eat Cheetos right before bed.
The cat and dog really want you to feel better, but don’t realize that flopping down on your stomach makes it worse.
The days of sitting at home and enjoying “The Price is Right” are over. Being sick totally sucks.
I would rather work eight hours on a Saturday than be sick.
So here’s hoping for this next week and weekend! Maybe it be more fun and less sick!