running after money

Bottom line. I did no exercise this week. None. Nada. This post should end there, but it won't. Because y'all know I love to blather on.

It has been a spectacular week weather wise.  At times it went up to the 80s. I just didn't care.

I think I might have walked on Sunday. But I don't remember. The week is a blur.

Monday I got up and started out grand. I put out sun tea for the first time. It was downhill from there. My voice disappeared and I started to cough. Like daddy used to cough. You remember when you thought he was going to hurl a lung across the room. But I didn't feel sick. I went to work. One of my colleagues had just gotten over the norovirus and all that talk about puking and pooping maid me queasy. I ate little.

Then it was off to class. And I had to lecture. Splendid.

Tuesday I got up and the cough was worse. I had almost no voice. I was still blaming it on spring, even though it's two weeks away. I went to class. I didn't lecture. They had a project to work on. I stayed at my desk, and told them I'd only come if they asked. I think I'm getting sick.

Wednesday was tax day. Sharon was taking me to the Hellertown diner for breakfast. I had three large beverages and picked at my omelet. I took a pseudo nap before work. It's official. I'm sick. But I went to class. Again, they need to come to me.

I didn't sleep Wednesday night, between constant drinking, peeing, hacking out a lung, and blowing my nose I was up most of the night. The OTC drugs were not working.

I was exhausted but felt better in the morning. By the time it was time to leave for work, I was feeling almost human. And I saw my large format poster in the lobby of the theatre, so that made me feel even better. I walked a little. By that I mean I took the convoluted route from the parking deck to the office.  Because going from point A to point B is just not my style.

(Park on second floor, up stairs to theatre entrance, left and down those stars, across the whole building and then down to first floor on those stairs. It's a giant zig-zag. Then thru the courtyard, rather than Packer Ave.) In reality, it probably only adds a block to the trip, but I take what I can get. I do the reverse going back to the car.

I ate a little of Wednesdays omelet for breakfast and hadn't eaten anything all day. Still wasn't hungry. (I'd like this diet if it didn't include hacking out a lung.) When I arrived at school I decided to go to the bookstore and get pretzels and ginger ale. Sick people food. I looked in my pocket and I had four dollars. That should be plenty for such a grand meal. As I went to put it back in my pocket it blew out of my hand. Then each of the dollars blew a different direction. I'm running thru the parking lot at NCC trying to grab my money. Since my hip is still recovering from last weekend, getting up and down was an issue and they kept getting further away.

There is more than half a bag of pretzels left.

I felt fairly well by the end of the day. But the minute I went to bed all symptons — but the feeling of being dehydrated — returned.

Another sleepless night.