I have just had one of those kind of weeks....... The only funny part was on "hump" day (Wednesday)
Go ahead and skip to if if you want. I won't judge you :)
The week started out with some heavy spring cleaning. So heavy in fact that I almost had to use a shovel just to get started.
Sunday
I first started by cleaning out my disaster of a closet. If anymore clothes could have been shoved in there it would have looked like war zone.
Shoes laid across the the floor. No visible pairs seemed to come fourth. I removed all the shoes and spent at least a good half hour or so trying to figure out which ones I wanted to keep and which ones to toss into the Rummage sale pile. That was the easy part.
Next came the clothes. The were so tightly packed that just taking out one would case the garment to grab another dozen of hangers with it. Talking about horrible! Not only did I find fashion trends more that five years old that should have been banned, but dust bunnies big enough to count as pets.
Sneezing was commonplace as I tried to decide what to keep and what should go. I found items I don't even remember buying! What a mess. Faux fur-fringed cardigans, hooded shirts, and even Tommy Hilfiger was not safe from my wrath. Besides Tommy Hilfiger went out how long ago? I have seemed to have forgotten.
Most items I found shoved in the back of the closet just didn't seem to be me. I mean seriously; what is a girl who loves Gothic outfits, steam punk fashion, and punk rock going use anything with a major brand log0? Then I remembered why I had them in the first place....work. When I had started my call center job back in 2005 I had hardly any dressy clothes, which were required. Then I remembered that I had bought most of them from second hand shops because at the time it was all I could afford. To bad I didn't notice how hideous the strange collection was. Eventually after the closet was sorted approximately 4 and a half hours later. I cannot honestly remember the last time I had spent that much time cleaning out a closet. Later I spent a few more hours putting all of it into storage tubs to go in the shed until rummage sale season come into full swing.
Later on that day the boyfriend came over and helped me move some furniture around to make for a more productive use of space in my tiny hovel of a home.
I had started at 10am and was finally finished by 10pm. I took a whole day just to get it done.
I felt good to have accomplished such a large undertaking even though it required an extra hot shower to get the dust bunnies and who knows what else off of my hair. I finished the day exhausted and slept straight through the night without any issues.
Monday
I woke up sicker than a dog and realized my allergies had decided to kick my ass. I couldn't swallow. My throat was dry. My eyes were so blood shot that it looked like I spent the night binge drinking. My head pounded like someone was trying to relocate a semi-truck somewhere in my subconscious.
Bottom line...... I screwed up big time. I should not have cleaned out the closet without having my extra strength allergy meds refilled. My punishment was a day in bed bored to tears, but to sensitive to light and sound to do anything what-so-ever. It made time seem slower than it should have been.
Tuesday
I woke up still sick even with the prescription strength allergy pills, mucinex, and benedryl. Now I was peeved. As the day drug on I realized that I had managed to catch a nasty cold on top off the allergies.
The day was spent without getting anything productive done. Unless you count using a whole box of Kleenex, and half a bottle of cold medicine productive. So there I was...glued to the couch watching TV between uncontrollable napping. You know what I mean right? The kind of napping that reminds one of a small child struggling to stay awake when it should be nap time. It was very much like that. My head bobbed down, snapped back up, and so fourth. At least I didn't have to fight over control of the TV with anyone. It was nice to watch what I wanted without anyone complaining. At least i got to sleep to help pass the time.....
WednesdayI woke up feeling sick, but like the cold part of it was gone. The meds appeared to have helped. So I got up and went about my day like usual. Well.... almost usual.
I had a job interview that morning and had to get dressed up and look presentable. Finally I was all dolled up and had my runny nose under control had headed out.
When I arrived for my interview I felt as though I had traveled into some sort of alternate dimension.
They lady working the front desk greeted me pleasantly and got me set up to take a quick computer test while complaining about her hot flashes. Really? Seriously? If it would have been my current employers office she probably would have been written up for some sort of harassment or inappropriate behavior. Then she returned to her work??????
She sat back down in her chair, clicked her mouse to select an e-mail, picked up a nail file and began shaping her nails while the lobby TV was apparently playing her favorite Sponge Bob Square Pants Episode. Every once in a while she looked up from her work and chuckled at the tele. It made it rather difficult for me to focus, but alas the stupid test was complete.
The HR lady was called out to get me and she took me on a tour of the premises. Really nice place. A lovely break room, Internet cafe type room, gym, and all new computer equipment. At least I "think" they were nice.
It appeared that I was too over dressed. The employees and even the HR lady were wearing anything under the sun you could think of. I noticed one person wearing pajamas. One was wearing shorts and flip flops. I noticed one person wearing a bath robe. What the heck is this???? Then I learned that along with all the wonderful other things as mentioned above that they had no dress code policy. As long as your outfit is G-rated they don't mind what you wear. Never in a million years have I seen anything like it. The closest would be Sam's Club, but even they have limits.
I left the interview feeling like I had just traveled across reality and space and my car was the TARDIS. (google Dr. Who if you don't know what it is or if you love Doctor Who you should check out this neat site!)
After my appointment I rushed back home to wait for my Dad to pick me up for lunch.
My Dad is a very strange man and I love him for it. :)
He had called me the night before with my brother's cell phone from the local cigar bar to set a time. At the time I was still feeling icky and didn't think about it until later as to how odd it was. Which is more scary? My 69 year old electronic ignorant father using a cellphone to call me or the fact that he was out smoking and drinking without the comfort of his garage and radio.
I tried to imagine who he would have looked trying to yell at people for speeding as they walked by from inside the bar. I giggled a lot.
Finally my Dad showed up and we went to lunch at my favorite soup and salad place. Conversation was little and not very interesting since I felt I really didn't have much of anything important or interesting to share.
My Dad paid the tab and got up and put his coat on......
"I've gotta see a man about a horse before we leave." He quoted the famous Duke. (John Wayne)
For those of you who don't watch western movies, or old movies, or just don't understand old people.... That was his way of saying he had to visit the john.
"Dad!" I cringed and laughed at the same time.
"What kind of horse do ya want?" He asked.
At that point I couldn't help but laugh so hard and speak rather loudly to him. "Dad, please... what makes me think I need your own shit when I'm so full of my own?" A few heads turned and looked at us disapprovingly. My dad laughed till he was red in the face. I went and waited by the car for him to finish his "horse" transaction.
Later that evening I went to a friends house and watched Ghost Hunter's with her on SyFy since they were airing for the first time the episode they filmed in my home town about the historical Alex Johnson Hotel.
It was so so. I actually felt disappointed that they had not found anything of interest since I worked the haunted floor for 2 1/2 month during my summer break before my sophomore year. However it was exciting to see the hotel being shown on National Television.
Thursday
Woke up sicker than I was Monday or Tuesday :(
I guess my attempt to returning to life as normal was a bust. Cold season bites. Allergy season drains :(
The day took forever to end.
Friday
Still sick, but managed to make it into work for at least a few hours. Only my allergies seemed to bother me.
After work the boyfriend took me to out for tacos to help clear my sinuses. After dinner it was straight to the couch and eventually bed.
Saturday
Very early morning. Around 3 am to be exact I woke up and could not fall back asleep due to a horrible and annoying tingling of all my nerves in my body.
Finally about 6:30 am I was able to fall back asleep for about 3 hours.
When I finally woke I felt like crap. Not cold crap. Not allergy crap, but just plain crap. My joints, muscles, nerves, and a few bones hurt so bad that I wanted to cry. Wondering why?
Let's just say certain ingredients are not good to be ingested by someone with fibromyalgia. The soda I had picked to go with my tacos the night before was apparently loaded with all natural ingredients and some of them I just couldn't handle. (I discovered this after googling for a while and finally found a page saying the company had changed the formula within the last few months.)
So another day was wasted between the bed and the couch. Finally by about 3pm the pain started to recede.
I felt well by evening that I decided to get out of the house for a few hours and i went to the local pool hall and talked with my friend that works there. The boyfriend drove me down there since I still wasn't feeling up to driving and so he could play some darts for awhile.
Moral of the post..... Even funny people get sick and have horrible weeks :)
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