Sick and Dying...

*tickle, tickle*, *cough, cough*

Uh-oh...a sore throat brings much foreboding. But I didn't think about it much on Tuesday. It was an annoyance really. I hate sore throats with a passion. I don't like feeling that irritation...the itch which inevitably brings about coughing. Maybe if I ignored it...it would go away.

Oh...if only I were so lucky. Wednesday came and went and I felt about the same. A friend convinced me to go to dinner and I went with the theory that I needed to eat anyways. The sore throat, hot weather (90+ degrees) and the food...made me extra sleepy and tired. I was not feeling well at all! Thursday came...along with a cough and sneezing. For something that I thought I could ignore and would go away...this ailment was definitely making it's presence known...and not in a way that I appreciated. I was so exhausted and lethargic. My brain kept going around in circles about all the stuff I should do or needed to do but the fact of that matter was that my body was failing me. I was sick...I just wasn't quite ready to accept the reality.

That is until Friday...I woke up with a raw throat and a *bubble head*. I was so congested...talking and breathing was difficult. I could not go into work like that! Despite having a growing pile of projects to complete and things to double check due to constant miscommunications with other departments. I could not go in...no way...no how. I called my coworker to explain and left a message for one of the bosses and stayed home all day. Ok...almost all day. I had to get groceries so I could feed the cold. That was difficult in itself considering I was having breathing issues due to the congestion. Most of the day, I stayed in bed and daydreamed about all the things I wanted to do...go check out a movie...go to Ti Couz and pick at my favorite seafood salad and ice tea and relax...go get my nails done...all that sounded fabulous! Until I snapped back to reality and remembered that I was in fact sick and this was not a hooky day. Gawd, how I wished it was a hooky day so I can catch up on my personal *wants* and relish the beautiful weather. Instead, I was coughing, sneezing, hacking, doped up on meds and lucky if I could even make it down the 50 steps to the street and to the car without passing out. Friday was not a good day...at all.

Saturday came around and I thought it was better. I felt better...less sore throat but still with the cough and congestion. I decided to keep my appointment for a facial and do a little shopping. I was fine for a while and then got tired and decided I best get home. Once I got home, things took a turn for the worse. My eye started bugging me and bottom line was I gave myself a damn eye infection. So I basically traded in that sore throat for a red, oozing, swollen eye. Great...really attractive! Didn't help that I had a date planned for the next day that I had to cancel entirely. Basically...things sucked up the wazoo! I do not make a good sick person. I get angry and whiny and impatient and agitated. I was so unhappy that I was missing out on a fantastic, beautiful weekend and had no control over my body whatsoever. It's awful when your body betrays you!

And by Sunday...I was downright miserable. I managed to get a doctors appointment to get the meds I needed to get rid of all my ailments. Medical technology is a wonderful thing...drugs are even better. I am hoping that by Friday...my cough, eye grossness, congestion and throat issues are long gone. I need to enjoy the next weekend...nice weather, fireworks, Fourth of July. My F-ed up body better get back on track by then or I will be highly upset with myself. I need to have fun and enjoy the city.

Ugh, I HATE being sick!!!

OMG...Is it F*ckin' June Already!?!?

What the heck happened?! FUCK!

Yea, yea...I've heard it from a lot of you. I haven't blogged in AGES! But seriously...how did it become June? *sigh*

So where did I leave off in the story of my life? Oh yea...Chicago!

So Chicago was a great trip but it was way too short and a little disappointing. I know a lot of people love Chicago but I was left with a feeling that I would only really go back to Chicago if it was convenient and only because there were quite a few things that I didn't get to see or experience that I really wish I had. I wish we had time to go to a jazz or blues club and relax and take advantage of the nightlife and the 4am alcohol curfew. In Chicago, bars are open until 4am! Can you believe it? It sounds fantastic to me. There were some Deco architecture tours I'd have loved to check out but the tours were not available on the days that we were there. Not to mention the boat tour.

When we first booked out trip, we were under the assumption that Chicago in May was fantastic! Spring weather, sunshine, light breeze...great walking around the city and be a tourist weather. Instead...we encountered with frigid, cold, borderline threatening to rain weather. We walked around in heavy jackets, scarves and gloves and would periodically stop, look at each other and say "it's fucking cold!". Actually...we probably said that like every block because it WAS fucking cold. The weather definitely put a crimp in our mood and in some of our plans.

But we did some fun stuff like see the view of Chicago from the Hancock Conservatory, walked the Magnificent Mile many, many times, shopped, went to millennium Park, checked out the Art Institute and tried a bunch of trendy (but not necessarily fantastic) restaurants.

What was fantastic? The sidecars at the Westin Bar...mmmmmmm....sidecars! After a couple of those, I can transport myself back to the 40's where I'm in a cute dress and flirting with a fab guy in a zoot suit. What...oh...sorry...daydreaming. And the margaritas were really good at Frontera Grill.

But you know...I would not advise anyone to repeat the same trip we made...too little time and with the flying out to Chicago at the break of dawn on a Saturday and coming back late Monday...we were beat! We tried to be party people and gear up to go out and have fun but as 11pm came around, the nodding off started as well as the uncontrollable yawning and the heavy eyelids. Gawd, we suck! See what old age starts doing to ya! =)

So that is the recap on Chicago...and yet so much has happened since. I swear, I will get caught up!! Stay tuned...