with the bad comes the good

i seem to have lost a couple of days.
between getting sick and leaving work early on friday, the long and busy running around day on saturday, the sleeping like i’d never sleep again on sunday and the slow, methodical recuperation yesterday, i find myself kind of unsure what day it actually is. staying home from work yesterday didn’t help (and, i realized on the way into work this morning, that because of staying home i will have avoided working on a monday for three weeks in a row as of next week — score). i know it’s tuesday, but it feels a little like both monday and wednesday for some strange reason. so weird.
but, really, i know you’re just here for a recap of my wild and fantabulous weekend, so here we go…
friday, i begged off work early after promising my boss i’d make up the hour with a couple early starts this week (which is why i started at the ungodly hour of 7am today). i went home and pretty sure i was in for a nice, quiet night in my pajamas feeling sorry for myself, but jen & christopher would have none of that. they phoned from somewhere downtown and, since i was in no shape to make any decisions, they told me they were coming over. we had pizza & beer, watched the oddest double-feature ever and by the time they left i was feeling a lot less miserable than when they showed up.
saturday, i was up early doing stuff around the house and out the door by 11am to go pickup dad for our lunch and then a trip to the airport so he could depart on his european adventure. luckily, we left lots of time for our meal at Red Robin because the service was sucking ass (what the hell is with me and my run on crappy service lately? sheesh). then, just as we were ready to leave, i looked over and saw dante at a table across the room. talk about unexpected. i don’t think he saw me, which doesn’t really matter either way, though. after dropping off dad at YVR, i drove out to christopher’s to pick him up. we went back to my place to chill for a while before we had to take off to meet josh, jamie and jen at Burgoo for dinner. jen & i both wore our new shoes (hers being much more girly than mine, but probably much more painful) and both ate way too much food. i couldn’t taste much more than the high flavour notes, but it all went down. including the chocolate fondue for dessert. mm, fondue.
after dinner, we packed ourselves into vehicles and headed off to West Vancouver to take in darren barefoot’s play ‘Bolloxed’. i hadn’t read the writing/rehearsing blog, so i didn’t know beforehand it was a two-person play. it made no difference that it was, it just surprised me a little, i think. not so much to distract from the humour and sweetness of it, though. i thoroughly enjoyed it and laughed a lot (so much so in some places christopher swatted my arm to shush me). i just have one lingering question… who the hell was Aoife talking to in Marion Square? a statue? an actual person? an imaginary person?
due to logistic considerations, the J’s left to go home across the harbour straight from the theatre leaving chris & i to go back to my place for a bit of a chill-down. i was starting to feel really crappy and i just wanted to cuddle up on the couch for a while. chris left to go home rather early and i went straight to bed…
…and slept until almost 3pm sunday afternoon. of course, i’d gotten up for a couple hours in the morning, but i was having hot & cold spells and was feeling like utter ass, so i thought it best to stay in bed as long as possible. christopher called some time around noon to see how i was. he said i sounded horrible. i’m still not quite sure why he decided to risk more exposure to the germs, but he came over and spent the rest of the day with me: watching movies, fetching dinner from the indian place, bringing me tea and, generally, being the sweetest boyfriend ever. sometime around nine-thirty, he kissed me on the forehead and sent me to bed before heading home.
when my alarm went off yesterday morning, i thought it was a cruel joke. seriously, my throat was so dry and closed up any attempt i made at speaking made it sound like i was a dying toad going through peter brady puberty. i tried to get up, but my head was so sore and my nose was producing vile-looking substances, so i called my boss’ voicemail, croaked him a message and promptly went back to sleep for four more hours. when i got up, i had a long, hot shower (hoping that being clean again might restore some semblance of wellness) and started drinking the three million cups of tea i’d consume that day. everything i did was in slow motion because if i went too fast, i’d get flushed and feel like falling over. i cleaned up the kitchen and washed my sick-bedding. i even managed to scan and post photos, which, like, never, happens. i mentioned i was almost out of tea and christopher again won the Super-Awesomest Boyfriend Ever trophy by offering to go to Lonsdale Quay, buy me some and bring it over.
after chris arrived with tea, and a comment that i looked a lot better than the day before, we watched a movie and then went for a short walk to the postal outlet so i could pick up a package (i’m still annoyed — i was home all day, the postman didn’t even buzz). it was nice to get out of the house for the first time in two days, but i was sure glad to get back inside where my fuzzy clothes were. the rest of the evening was quiet and relaxing: watching another movie and eating indian leftovers for dinner. again, around nine-thirty, he kissed me on the forehead and sent me to bed.
i’m feeling much improved today. i don’t sound quite 100%, but at least i don’t feel too much like dying.