Happy Sunday, everyone.
It’s a working Sunday for me, but I’m not really bothered by it. Last week I only worked 3 days, this week I’ll only work 4.
My only complaint is that I’m sick as hell and business is slow so the 4hrs are dragging.
I have an hour left. I’ve gotten everything done that needs my immediate attention. Of course I could do some filing. But I just can’t bring myself to do the monotonous task. So I figured I’d take a moment and put some thoughts down.
This illness has been building for a week or so. Started as a little head cold. I ignored it, prescribing myself caffeine and dayquil to get me through my busy life. Fair day was last Sunday. As always a blast with the kiddos.
Followed by a crazy hair adventure where I decided to try and lighten my hair and ended up frying it, instead. So now I’m rocking short and curly – which was not my goal.
After that it was just a normal week, with smart ass kids trying my patience and making me laugh, clusterfucks at work and my general day to day crazy. I embraced the curly hair life, smiled through the clusterfucks and kept on my rose colored glasses.
Friday was concert day. Like A Storm, Shinedown and Godsmack. The person who was originally supposed to attend with me couldn’t, and so an old friend came in her place. Everything happens for a reason, and I believe he was supposed to be there with me. I made new friends, laughed harder than I have in a long time, sang and yelled and screamed until my head was throbbing. There were moments when I had to stop and hold my head because it felt like it may explode, and wonder as the lead for Like A Storm played an instrument I’d never seen before (I later found out it is a didgeridoo, thanks to Matt) and tears as Shinedown sang ‘Simple Man’. Godsmack was a bucket list concert and they didn’t disappoint me. Fire and screaming guitars, a drum battle that was undoubtedly the coolest thing I’ve ever seen.
I walked out with a Shinedown guitar pick, a fantastic headache, and a feeling like I had just witnessed the most amazing thing I have in my life, with exception to my children of course.
I woke up yesterday with next to no voice, squeaking and hoarse when I spoke. I figured my lack of energy and squeaky voice was from all the energy I expended at the concert. I spent the day relaxing – reading and cooking for a large part of it, with some laundry thrown in to make me feel productive. I expected to wake up today and have my voice back, but that is apparently not the case as I sit here at work dreading the phone ringing or someone walking in. Luckily only 3 visits and 2 phone calls so far. And I’m no longer blaming the concert as I have some body aches and my ears hurt and my stomach is iffy, so on and so forth. This is a cold kicking my ass and while the concert didn’t help, it isn’t the cause of all of this.
Fast forward to the evening, after a trip to urgent care where they diagnosed me with strep throat.
I’ve had strep throat before, and never lost my voice, so I’m sure the concert has something to do with it.
I’m making the best of it – I intended to make chicken noodle soup, but since I didn’t figure I should cook for my family being all contagious and shit I opted to get carry out chicken soup from Bob Evans when I went to pick up a mountain of cold and flu medicines and my prescribed antibiotics. I spent the rest of my day reading The Outsider by Mr. King, (fantastic read, by the way. Extremely intriguing) napping, and squeaking at my kids to behave. I tormented Matt with a touchingly squeaky rendition of Let it Go when I discovered Frozen was on – a favorite of his. Favorite in sarcasm font because when the movie first came out he informed me if he had to hear Let it Go one more time he was gonna let it go. Despite feeling like I was beat up by professionals, I am once again making the best of it. And really, that’s all you can do, right? I had an amazing experience this weekend, I have meds to make me better, and I’m still able to laugh. Even if it sounds more like a witches cackle.
So now here I sit on my back deck, drinking theraflu and writing. If I don’t get to talk to you all, have a wonderful week. Embrace it all – the bad, the good. Smile and find the silver lining. I promise you, its there.