(6) For the last few days, I have been sufferring from allergies, or a cold, or something, that made me feel like crap: Bouts of dizziness, followed by drowsiness, followed by marathon nose blowing sessions, and all accompanied by a fever.
It all started on 1/1. I attribute it to karma. On New Years Eve, Debbie came into the office and as we chatted, I mentioned golf, and she mentioned that Larry would like to play, and wondered if I was free on New Years Day. I shrugged and said "Sure." I called Larry, who had me call the golf course and set a tee time. I started practicing my swing in my mind as I left the office. I got into my van, started the engine and realized that I had promised to cook dinner on New Years Day, and that Sean was coming over to eat it. Fuck! I got home and called Larry and told him that I was a moron. He said something about "We all make mistakes" but I still felt like dirt.
I had several beers while watching the festivities. On New Years Day I thought I had a hangover. You know: bouts of dizziness, drowsiness, nausea, and fever.But I cowboy-ed up and cooked dinner.
We waited for Sean. What we didn't realize was that he was on Marine time. When we said "come over for dinner (the noon meal)" in Texan, he heard "come over for dinner (the evening meal)" in Marine. He showed up about 4 pm.
Fully sated from my noon meal, I had begun to realize that my desire to surgically attach my butt in my chair had another source. By the time Sean had used up all the guilt I had filled him with to show up (he hadn't planned to, originally), I had used all my energy. After he left to party with his buddies, I crashed.
The next day at work, I was worthless. And I still had two more days until a day off. I came home and crashed. On Friday, I slugged about in bed as long as I could. Then after work, I came home and crashed. I went in on Saturday and tried to work. But I kept thinking about how much richer I would have been if only I had bought stock in Kleenex. I also thought about how much water the snot factory in my head was costing me.Then Hunter Scott, one of the homeowners called, and asked me what beer I had been buying lately. (He called for another reason and our conversation turned to beer. It's not like people call me to find out what I'm drinking. I swear.) I told him I hadn't had one in about four days. For me, that's a record! I went home at 3 pm, and crashed.
On Sunday, I decided on a treatment plan of Vicks Sinex and the homeopathic cold medicine Zicam. Everytime I blew my nose, I shot some stuff up there to dry things out. Then I put some Zicam up there to clear things. Today, my plan seems to have worked. I still had the fever, but I killed fewer trees by wiping my nose, though I still have the occassional watery eyes as I make the pre-sneeze face.
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