I have a sinus infection from hell. I don’t get sick often, but when I do? Hooooo boy. I went to work yesterday and totally should have just stayed home. I don’t think people there are used to seeing me sick, so I was kind of like a zoo exhibit. I even kept my door closed to keep people away from my quickly unraveling nasal monstrosity.
Though, I did really appreciate all the offers to get me hot chocolate, meds, a shotgun for my misery.
At a certain point last night, I surrendered and laid down on the floor of my office with a blanket over my head.
It wasn’t pretty.
Today, I had to reverse-RSVP to two holiday parties that I was really looking forward to attending because I still feel shitty and no one should have to be subjected to my alter who, Ms. Ra’bull.
Except for Henry and Chooch.
But by 5:00pm, I sincerely needed to get out of the house. Plus, I was really, really hungry. And for something other than horseradish. (Home remedy fail.) First we dropped Chooch off at his grandma’s and did some light Christmas shopping where I used my inherent feminine chicanery to dupe Henry into buying me two new winter coats.
(Admittedly, I watched a LOT of MTV’s True Life when I was home sick on Thursday, and “I’m a Sugar Baby” was one of the episodes.)
Then we picked up Chooch and grabbed some dinner at Frank & Shirley’s because I really needed some of their greasy sex fries.
Henry saw a Marc Jacobs scarf at Target and was appalled at the price. We came from two different backgrounds, so things of a designer nature confuse him.
90 minutes later and he was still frowning about it. “I don’t care WHOSE name is on it! How hard is it to cut a piece of black fabric??”
This is what happens when Target tries to go upscale – Henry’s blue collar explodes.
OMG those fries. Too bad 90% of my taste buds are still infirm.
When I was in high school, Frank & Shirley’s was one of three greasy spoons I’d hit up for cigarettes. This isn’t actually anything to brag about, but I was known for having no less than 6 different kinds of cigarettes on my person at all times, thanks to my penchant for feeding couch-change into those cancer dispensers.
Every time I see one (pretty rare these days), it’s like one hearty yank on my nostalgia dick.
How are you spending your weekend? Hopefully “breathing thru the nose” is on the list!
Sinus infections are no joke. It’s no wonder you’re so sick! Get some rest, orgasmic French fries can wait. :)
Ugh, I know. My priorities are so fucked.
Sinus infections are awful! I hope you get feeling better, and quickly.
Thank you so much!