Being bedridden can be fun.
Not so much, though, when you have a terrible fever.
My boss sent me on a run on Monday. The morning had been beautiful and I decided to dress for summer, so I was wearing a cute little skirt, a tank top, and strappy sandals. However, when I got to 37th street, I was hit with a surprise rainshower. And I had nothing with which to protect me. I was forced to wander around midtown, for around 10 blocks, in the rain.
So it's no surprise that the next morning, I felt like shit.
I spent 3/4 of Tuesday and all of yesterday in a state of delirium. I called out of work yesterday and today and played episodes of
Sex and the City and Hindi movies in the background while I drifted in and out of fever-induced sleep. Somehow when I'm sick I can't fall asleep in complete silence. I need something playing on TV.
I would, however, like to thank a couple of people:
--Jess, for bringing me water and soup and returning my rented DVDs on Tuesday night even though she was on her way out on a date.
--Paulash, for calling/IMing every few hours to check up on me and make sure that I'm not dead.
--My mommy and daddy for putting up with me calling at 6pm, 8pm, and 10pm with "I feel so yuckyyyyyyy..."
--My TV (yes, it is a person) and Kim's Video for providing me with wonderful background noise to fall asleep to.
[On a side note: I always thought that in order to work at Kim's you needed to have a bad attitude, but today I had a conversation with the guy who was checking me out about how awesome SATC
is! And then the girl who handed me the DVDs as I was walking out actually SMILED at me. WHOA. What is happening to the universe?!]Now. Back to bed until later this evening. But I'm feeling a LOT better now and (hopefully) ready for a weekend of debauchery with
reeya. I shouldn't say that though. Don't want to jinx things any more than I already have... ;)