I've got this little issue. Its a sun allergy. I get all splotchy and sickly and dead-like. The summer makes that occurrence far more frequent. So I was sick last week, vomming, coughing, sleeping for extended periods of time without leaving my room, but I just knew I was on the rebound, so I went to the lake with Chris and Natoshia. We had a very good time. But in the three and some hours we were in the water, I somehow managed to get burned to a crisp (shock of shocks) and I got some tasty lake water in my ear. It was there for two days, and the sunburn is definitely still around. I can't actually wear a shirt right now without wishing for death. My ears, infected. Both of them.
I hate summer. I don't care if the days are longer, there's no school, and you can weekday drink. I genuinely hate summer. I anticipate the short days, long cold nights, and miserable snow storms of winter. They're fun. I don't get sweaty. I don't get attacked by malicious bugs. I don't get boiled by the sun.
Friday, July 15, 2011
Okay, so this week was NOT the best week to begin with. First, two of my family members passed away quite suddenly. Then my place of employment wouldn't let me have time off to go home, because neither were immediate family members, and everyone knows that the closer you're related to someone, the closer they are to you. Right? Oh, wait, that's not right at all. Funerals are meant to be a celebration for the living, a chance to show those that survived the loved one that they too are loved. I was unable to be there for my Auntie Imogene, who's 90 by the by, and I love more than I love my own grandmother (her sister) all because her son isn't my "immediate family." Same goes for my Nanny Dee, who isn't even really a relative- just a woman that has helped to shape my mother's life tremendously, suffered a stroke, suffered the loss of BOTH of her children within two years of each other, and is still kicking more ass than I ever hope to. The problem with rules regarding bereavement is that, more often than not, the family member you miss the most doesn't fall into the categories covered. So now I'm going to take a two-day whirlwind trip home, strictly for the purpose of seeing two women that lost more than I can imagine having.
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Last night was a fantastic time. I watched Mean Girls, ate some Jimmy John's, and drank with the roomie. But when I woke up this morning, I felt awful. Not hangover awful, sinus infection awful. My head feels like it about to explode gallons of snot and earwax across this room in a blast so powerful it blows the windows out. I thought I was dying when I got out of bed. Head spinning, unable to keep my balance as I tried to get to the bathroom, lips cracked from all the mouth breathing I had been doing. So I stumbled down the stairs with the laundry that I have to do today in order to have work clothes tomorrow. Threw everything into the washer, and laid down on the couch. I have yet to get up for anything other than a glass of lemonade with which to wash down a cocktail of antibiotics and antihistamines. Nap. Chris came over, made me some Hamburger Helper, checked to see if I have a fever (we still aren't sure, I'm way too clammy to tell.), then left. Nap. Jack Black movie marathon. Still feeling like death.