Sick Day
Tues night I started feeling sick, sore throat, hurt to talk. By wed, it had gotten worse, not better, and today even bad enough that work sent me home, knowing they desparately needed me, but my voice wasn't going to make it.
So, I left work around 12:30 today. I should have stayed home, sick. But at least now I'm home sick. I'm not exactly FEELING terrible, other than my throat hurts, and it really hurts to talk, and my voice is crap. But my head and body are pretty much ok. SO I figured that I would just take care of things today that didn't require talking, and just keep at it, not acting sick and all (ha ha ha).
I am now paying for it in several ways.
I decided to go get an oilchange. Got slammed with 110 bucks (as the power steering had to be pumped or something?) Anyway, I get home, planning to actually make some hot tea, curl up and do computer stuff, or something. NOthing of course that would require using my non-existant voice.
Anyhoo... I get home to discover I'm locked out of the house. So I am crawling around front and back, looking for my hidden keys. They are all gone. I'm searching everywhere, praying. Roommate is on semester break in CA. So, what are my options? Break in? Meanwhile, I'm beginning to cough and feel miserable as the cold air was just too much for the throat. Well, I had hired a handyman to do a few odd jobs a while back, and I knew he had a key, even though he was about an hour away, IF he was at home and not on a job. So, I called him. Asked if he could come rescue me. And he did. Meanwhile, I'm sitting in my cold car, waiting. Here comes story number 2.
As I sit in my car, staring at tango and jezi who are wondering why I'm not coming inside, and refusing to open the door for me... well, these group of 5 scary looking kids come by, surround my car and start hitting it. One guy pulls out a blunt and lights up. And I'm not even in southest DC!!!!!! When they saw me move, it kinda scared them, as they must have thought it was an empty car, and they saw me, laughed and moved on. Thankfully....
SO, then, he comes, lets me in, I give him a few more handyman jobs to do (at a later date) to make his trip worth the effort. And I'm not finally safe and sound inside my warm little house...
How's that for my afternoon where I should have been curled up in bed? Now I'm coughing and hurting more (due to the cold probably) and lost the afternoon...

