The week before finals, the dreaded “Dead Week” as it has come to be known. In all honesty my classes this quarter have sort of been a breeze, compared to last quarter’s dead week I am in Paradise. Yet, as “they” say “if it’s not one thing it’s another”, so while my course load is relatively tame, I get the sense that this Dead Week may be just as difficult to manage.
Friday night I decided to head to a 21st Birthday party with Nicole. At the time it seemed like a great idea because I took Helene’s “Should you go out tonight” quiz and it said yes. Since I didn’t want to disappoint the internet quiz gods I found myself sipping champagne, playing games, and sending far too many text messages. My new year’s resolution to stop texting under the influence of champagne has been a joke. So overall the night was a success, there weren’t too many embarrassing text messages sent, I managed not to loose my ID, debit card, shoes, etc, etc. I was nowhere near a drunken sorority mess, to say the least. I crawled into
bed couch at Nicole’s boyfriend’s apartment around 1:30 and slept soundly.
On Saturday morning around 6:45 I woke up with a HUGE pounding headache. It seemed a little strange and slightly unfair to me…considering I hadn’t had much to drink not to mention it was over a long period of time. Still, I just figured the universe had something against me and I was determined to power through the day. Who wants to cancel their Saturday morning run because of Friday night fun? Not this girl! Well, as it turns out, chugging water is not a cure all solution and occasionally will leave you worse off than before (aka kneeling over the toilet at your best friend’s boyfriend’s apartment at 7:30 on Saturday morning). Just call me the Little Engine that could, because I was STILL determined to work out (I mean I’m heading to the beaches of LA in just over a week so you can understand my sense of urgency here). Nicole kindly agreed to trade in our morning run in favor of a walk (with lunges of course) and despite a super weak workout I continued to feel more and more awful.
Fast forward to my hair appointment around 1:30pm. While the sweet little stylist struggled to cover the nasty hay I call hair in blonde bleach and foils I was spewing snot all over the salon. Cute. I actually went through an entire box of kleenex during my appointment. Turns out I wasn’t sick from too much fun on Friday but I was like actually sick. Well, I still am, like, actually sick.
I like to think I power through sickness relatively well and I’m able to continue regular every day life like an actual adult, but in reality I’m a huge baby. I moan and groan as if I’m dying. My body aches. I give up all motivation for personal hygiene/style/presentation, and I’m pretty sure I am the world’s worst nanny. Man, I absolutely love the little girls I watch, but I one hundred and fifty percent believe that people who can care for small children while they are ill themselves are God given saints.
So now I’m lying in bed feeling sorry for myself. My mind is so awake and is NOT looking forward to an evening of homework and movies and sick people food, but my body pretty much tries to screw me over every time I leave bed. The only positive thing I can see about this yucky cold is my distaste for Coffee. At the very least being sick will hopefully save me some money I can spend in California instead of on my daily Starbucks fix.
Please please pretty please with sprinkles on top tell me if you have any ancient passed down home remedies for colds (or just tips in general)! I hate feeling bedridden especially since I hate movies. Oh yes…speaking of movies give me recommendations for those too! I just watched Girl with a Pearl Earring yesterday (and About Time) and it was the first movie I’ve actually liked since Catching Fire. The book is amazing too, read it and watch it if you have any interest in historical fiction or art history.