Last Friday was ballet in the park. On a good day, I don’t really get ballet. This one? I really didn’t get it. I’m hoping that I’ll still absorb some much needed culture or appreciation of the performing arts – which is why I keep going – but this was just weird. And not cool-weird, which I enjoy.<\/p>\n
On the plus side, the ballet took place in a local cemetery, which is creepy and cool enough at night to justify an odd ballet.<\/p>\n
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Saturday, went to a party with some friends. Good food, good conversation, and amazingly – they had a carnival inflatable. It was a Bungee Run – each player fastened a bungee strap around their waist and then raced to the end to tag a strip of Velcro to the farthest point down the track. It was a surprising amount of work and hilariously fun. The recoil would drag the participants back to the starting point – sometimes head over heels. I did pretty good and made a good showing of myself while laughing my ass off.<\/p>\n
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That night, though, I got sick. Terrible rumble in my stomach, sudden cold chills, and feeling flushed. Figured I just ate too much or the wrong thing and would sleep it off.<\/p>\n
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\nI wasn’t feeling 100% on Sunday, but already had plans to go out to dinner with friends.<\/p>\n
Unfortunately, we went to a Mexican restaurant.<\/p>\n
I figured I would get something simple off the menu and that I’d be fine. Had a nice time with the crew – though I think next time we need to plan an additional activity (like a game night) since the conversation lagged a few times.<\/p>\n
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\nThat night, the rumble turned into a grumble and I had a low fever. By the time it was time to go to bed, I was wiped out.<\/p>\n
Monday morning, I was still sick as a dog. I sent an email into work and went back to bed.<\/p>\n
Tuesday, I was back to work and still kinda miserable. I got my work done, but I was not my best. Whatever was churning inside my gut had settled in and had the claws out. That evening, Jim and I went to run some errands. I had an important meeting the next day and while I had an iron (arts and crafts, naturally) \u00a0– I didn’t having an ironing board.<\/p>\n
So, to Target where I bought an ironing board and a new monitor (thank you, windows 10). When I got home, I rested for a bit, then put up the ironing board and ironed my shirt.<\/p>\n
Now, if there has ever been a man who was more disinclined to iron, I would like to meet him so that we could bemoan our fates. I got it done, but only because I had to.
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Back to work again today and we’ve now added some bloating to the list of symptoms – along with diarrhea, constipation (yes, both, but not at the same time), constant nausea, a bit of a cough, and I’m guessing that same very low fever.<\/p>\n
But, I tied my tie, dosed myself with hand sanitizer, and went to meet with the president of the university. The meeting had been planned a week ago and I couldn’t not go. It actually went pretty well and my gut didn’t make any weird noises (yea!) I don’t know how much we accomplished, but he seemed nice enough and has a nice office. The university has been through a lot recently and I don’t agree with a lot of his decisions, but he seemed interested in trying to get things back on track. So, we’ll see.<\/p>\n
Now, I really need to proof-read this post aggressively because it’s clear I’m not at 100% brain power. In the previous paragraph, I started writing that I “dosed myself with the president” – which I did not do in real life. Before I edit, though, time for another trip to the rest room.<\/p>\n
[insert “smooth jazz” or “cool indie music” here, to your preference]<\/p>\n
I’m back, the post is edited – and this really is a nice monitor, by the way, glad I got a new one – and it’s time to upload this and call it an early night. If I’m not at least a little better tomorrow, I’m going to try and get a doctor appointment. Tired of being sick.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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