Well, I'm just sitting here fighting through the tail end of an extremely mild cold. Good news- I think I'm gonna make it. I'm not 100% back to normal but I was healthy enough to buy new black high heels after work today and eat 8 taquitos for dinner, so I'm well on my way.
It all started on Saturday night. Matt came over in the afternoon and we enjoyed some fall festivities and then decided to order a pizza for dinner and watch a movie. Actually, we ordered two pizzas and I ate half of one all by myself. It was delicious.
We started to watch Spanglish but turned it off halfway through because, to be quite honest, it was a little boring and a lot confusing. I feel like it's a low point to admit that a movie starring Adam Sandler confused me, but it is what it is.
Later on Matt was getting ready to leave, and I stood up and suddenly felt VERY SICK. My head hurt and my nose was stuffy and I felt like I was swallowing knives.
I may or may not be exaggerating a wee bit.
I convinced Matt that he should probably tuck my into bed before he went home. When he agreed to that, I proceeded to request a cup of cool water on my night stand because how could I be expected to get up to get myself a drink in my weakened state? I am also a big believer of MILKING SOMETHING FOR ALL IT'S WORTH.
I requested all of these things in a whisper, for dramatic effect, and held onto the wall as I made my way to my bedroom in an effort to convey LOOK AT HOW WEAK I SUDDENLY AM.
Finally, I took the opportunity to whisper to Matt that if he wanted to stop by the next day with some soup I would be most appreciative, but requested that it be something simple like chicken noodle or maybe a nice cream of potato.
And it was at that point that Matt looked at me and said, "You know, I've never seen such a serious illness hit so suddenly. It's really hard to believe that just a few hours ago you were laughing and talking and eating half a pizza with extra cheese, peppers, and onions, and now you can barely speak or walk."
My jig. It was up.
I knew the whole 'holding onto the wall while I walked' thing was over the top.
Matt still agreed to tuck me into bed, but after further discussion we determined it was far too logistically complicated, because it would involve him leaving my apartment, locking the door behind him, and then coming around to my bedroom window and passing the keys back in to me. Retrieving the keys would require me to get out of bed which would make the whole thing pointless anyway.
So I said goodbye at the door and tucked myself into bed.
This morning it was back to work, and I found out I got a promotion. I have left my cubicle behind and now have an office with a view.
Oh, I kid. I was in an empty office for a conference call. Rest assured that I'm still holding down the fort in a cubicle in the middle of the office with nary an outdoor view in sight.
Although I think I may try to schedule some more conference calls in the future.
As soon as I recover from my extremely mild cold.