burning the candle at both ends

Overall, I consider myself an independent young lady. That being said, I like to know that I have the supports if i need them as well as people will be here for me if I were to call upon them. Occasionally during the week I will call up my bow and ask him to visit me. Naturally he says no for practicality purposes and our conversation typically ends up going something like this . . .

Me: Can you come see me tonight... please please please
Bow: Aw babe, I can't tonight. I have to get up early tomorrow for a meeting
Me: Please please please. I am sooo lonely. (pretending to cry)
Bow: Maybe next week.
Me: I never get what I want. Nobody loves me. (pouting)

And then one day I let him in on a little secret. The secret being that I don't really NEED him to be here, I just want to know that he will come if I really want him to. I encouraged him to have a conversation more like this.

Me: Can you come see me tonight... please please please
Bow: Well I have to get up early for a meeting tomorrow, but if you really need me to then I will
Me: Ok. . . I think I'll be alright. Thanks anyways.

Yes, I know this sounds crazy. I am well aware. This is just how I function.   Anyway, I know there was a point to this post and I am somehow getting off topic. . . back to the matter at hand. . .

In addition to pretending that I am independent, I am also a busy body. I like to go go go. I get bored in the shower and I don't like to just lay around on the weekends. According to my mom I "burn the candle at both ends". Typically I wake up at the crack of dawn (about 7am) and am still wide eyed and bushy tailed around 2am.

Well last Friday things started to take a turn for the worst. The left side of my throat felt as though razor blades were cutting the inside. Ouch. Well, naturally I went about my day.

Then Saturday it slowly started to creep from my throat and began settling in my left ear. Sunday it was officially in my entire left side of the throat, ear, and then I also had a splitting headache. I slept until 11 and then took a nice long nap in the afternoon. Only to be accompanied, but an early bedtime. This sickness was really crampin' my style.

Monday I woke up, my entire throat was scratchy, both ears were popping every time I moved, my nose was running like a faucet and as red as Rudolph's, my head felt like it was going to explode, I had officially drank half a bottle of dayquil and was working on the NyQuil. Yet I continued to work and go about my day.

Tuesday morning my head was spinning, I literally fell into the wall getting out of bed. I decided it would be best to just stay at home and not share my germs. I laid around  and snuggled up with my teddy. I called my mom and our conversation went something like this. . .

Me: Listen to my voice (sounding gruff, scratchy, and like death)

Mom: Aw, do you need me to come up there? I can bring you some soup

Me: No, I think I'll be okay.

How is it that moms always know the right thing to say? Is it because she has 28 years experience at being a mom and somebody has already given her "the talk" on how to make people happy? Either way, I hope I'm that awesome at being a mom (in 30 years when I decide to have kids). . . Not to get all sappy. . . . By 5pm I was bored out of my mind. I hadn't seen another human being all day. I longed for human contact! Luckily, a young whipper snapper came over to keep me company and hack up a lung with me.

Upon waking up this morning I was certain a hot shower and some real person clothes would trick my body into feeling well. During my shower my head started spinning, I sat down to take a rest. I finished getting ready and began to drive to work only to run a red light. Well. . . technically I looked both ways and nobody was coming so I thought I could go - I dont think my head was working correctly'.  After arriving at work I sat in my car for 15 minutes and unable to get out. I turned around and went back home.

It was time . . . I called my mom. This time our conversation went something like this...

Me: Mommy.. can you come take me to the doctor

Mom: I'll be right there

1 doctor visit, 4 medications, a hot bowl of soup, a movie, and a hug later I am slowly starting to feel back to my old self. I can't wait to jump back on the horse and get back to work. This whole laying around on the couch thing really isn't for me.

*Yes I am well aware that I ramble, but I get too because this is my blog and I'm sick!