A Heart's a Heavy Burden

My weekend was kind of a blur, mostly because I was deathly ill on Saturday.

Friday I was NOT IN THE MOOD for anything work because I was achey and my throat hurt. It was awesome then that only one of the four babies was present in the latter half of the day. But in the first half I had to continue working with the preschoolers on a dance myself and another teacher are preparing for the Spring Program, which entailed a lot of dancing and movement and was simply not cool. One of the parents of a baby let slip that one of the toddlers had bronchitis over the previous weekend (and said child had been coughing into my face all week), and I didn't know bronchitis was contagious. Now, I'm probably being a baby and don't have bronchitis since I have not been incubating a cold for a week or more or anything, but I've had a stuffy head, been feverish, severely aching and experiencing deep painful coughs that have contributed to a very unhappy throat. I've basically been overloading with DayQuil, Mucinex, Naproxen, and Emergen-C in an effort to rid myself of this BS as I am a giant crybaby when I'm sick and I hate going to work when sick. It seems to be relatively paying off, as my aches (the WORST for me, completely put me out of commission whenever I get them) have mostly subsided. The rest is manageable and I also bought cough drops, woo! But as a result, I lost the vast majority of my weekend to sleep/rolling around the bed/hobbling to various house locations pitifully, which was very disappointing as the weather was nice this weekend (in the 60's, where it's been in the 40's for the past week and will resume said crap this week). I was really motivated to get out and go running too!

I finished a Kindle book I recently purchased - 168 Hours: You Have More Time Than You Think. I purchased it when reading through a blog in which the woman was going through a job slump and she happened to mention keeping track of her time and trying to figure out how to make more time for herself in order to work on her core competencies and feel good about what she does. The book is pretty interesting and I enjoyed it a lot. I really liked how she continuously reiterated the need to hone your skills and focus on what you're good at. A large part references families, but it's easy to apply to my own life as well. It's made me very excited to attend the informational meeting about graduate programs tomorrow. I also watched a documentary on the failing public school system on Netflix (Waiting for Superman, if you're interested), a really interesting documentary on being open-minded and taking a severely autistic (though high-functioning) boy to shamans to see if there's any way to help him (The Horse Boy), one on the Scrabble tournament in 2004, and a really cheesy one about quantum physics that actually presented some unique information that has made me want to project a more positive outlook on myself. Yeah, so I guess I knocked off a bunch of Netflix queue stuff, but didn't do anything I really wanted to.

Oh, I DID knit a quick scarf with some lovely new yarn
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( Oh, and as long as I'm adding pics... )

Jenny, the woman who started dying my bangs, did awesome at letting the black mix with the pink and since I've stopped going to her (the drive is just so damn FAR), I've tried my damnedest to keep the look going. I think I do a pretty good job, and is very cheap - I paid $14 for the "demi-permanent" pink dye, and am getting many uses out of it. Versus $20-$40 a pop when going to Jenny, plus tip and gas both ways.

On Friday Steve and I spent the afternoon texting in Haiku. It was awesome and adorable and omg I love our relationship.

Pat broke up with Faith on Friday AT OUR HOUSE OVER THE PHONE and got back together with her today, which everyone in the friends group disagrees with and he will be receiving very deep glares from me over the next week.

On Valentine's day, I came down with the flu or something (seriously, V-day, while not taken very seriously by us, seems to be doomed - last year was when Grimmy blocked for the 2nd time and the year before that we were working) after we went shopping. I spent all afternoon and night super sick (aches and tummy hurts mostly), and got even worse progressively over the next day. I don't get *really* sick often, and I like to think I get over things quickly. So I was not pleased when I was not any better by the evening. I have been able to keep the smallest things down (such as an Archer farms fruit strip, a few wheat thins, some Sprite to calm tummy, and a small bowl of miso broth), but that's all I've eaten since the 14th (before I got actually sick all I had was a Yakisoba ramen thing... doesn't really add much nutritionally). It's very frustrating finding food as comfort and being unable to eat it. I had a bowl of cereal like an idiot yesterday morning and threw that all up like an hour later (luckily the almond milk covered all the stomachy nastiness). I thought of Athena laying in bed for weeks and how incredibly BORED I was after only 24 hours stuck there. I couldn't even watch anything on Netflix because the sound hurt my ears. D: Light and sound were def my enemy. By the time Steve came home I was running a fever, the aches were even worse, and my skin did NOT want anything touching it. I also FINALLY created diarrhea (my body does not do this often and my tummy spent all day churning about working on it) and have been dealing with that ever since. I broke my fever late into the night, waking up in a puddle of sweat and feeling so damn hot! I spent the rest of the night getting up every so often to visit the good ol' bathroom.

Right now my body is just sore and a little achy, but I think my temp's good. Still not able to eat anything, which suuuucks. Drinking anything doesn't help much either. :( Scott's birthday shenanigans are tonight, and Steve kindly wrote me a part where Scott can just call me as I will likely be unable to participate. Regardless of my wellness level, I need a safe bathroom just in case! Steve spent most of yesterday at his parents' house with Pat planning Scott's birthday theme. I feel like I haven't seen him in forever! We did get to discuss that Pat was trying his best to make sure Scott's birthday didn't get any planning, and that his trump attempt was telling Steve, "A good boyfriend would stay home and tend to his sick girlfriend!" I found it funny and asked how he responded. He said something about how our relationship is more mature than that and that there was nothing he could do for me (there really wasn't, I would have felt more miserable and guilty if he'd stayed home since all I was doing was laying there/sleeping). AND about how I'm a good girlfriend and understand that he has responsibilities and doesn't care about me any less. He also had a terrible day yesterday at work but still managed to check in periodically. Pat was cute and stopped by with a small balloon and a get-well card, which I'll post soon because it was funny.

I'm starting to feel woozy again so I'm gonna get off now.