If I never have another weekend like the one I just had, I’ll be okay with it. Trust me.
After a day of some hard core garage sale-ing with Mom and MacGyver on Friday I went home and tried to work for a few hours, but then Mom and the Kid called me from International Mall and lured me back out. Those shitheads! They knew I couldn’t resist a night of shopping. Those two are nothing but bad influences.
We got home around 9PM and MacGyver and I went to bed around 11PM. All was well until 1AM and then it happened…
I threw up. And then I threw up some more, and some more, and some more. It was one of those nights, again.
I ain’t gonna lie, there was a moment when I cursed every one of the doctors that I’ve ever seen but I finally took the medication that I have for these special occasions and it went to work a little sooner than I thought it would because at that point I fell and hit my head.
Lucky for me MacGyver heard the thud and came running to my rescue and also lucky for me the medication that I took knocked my ass out and I was finally able to sleep. And after throwing up for four hours straight, I needed it.
As you can imagine Saturday was a wash. I didn’t run. I didn’t walk. I barely moved.
Sometime around 7PM we all decided to head down to Nokomis for a few days. All I had to do was pack a few outfits and lay down in the backseat so I was cool with the idea. Besides if you’re going to be sick why not be sick in a vacation spot, right?
By Sunday I was feeling a bit better so I went out for a six mile run. I walked a lot of the last two miles but I was glad to be out there. Let me re-phrase that, I was glad to be out there until a few hours later when I got a migraine. F*ck me!
Oh, and in case I haven’t mentioned it yet, Hank and Shakespeare who used to be besties for life, now hate each other and we are constantly breaking up fights as these two shits try to figure out which one of them is going to dominate with their 10 pound little bodies.
At least MacGyver had a good day. He went out for a little fishing on Sunday morning and came home with this beauty…
Which meant that we all had a good day because, DINNER! Boomer was beyond excited about it.
Here’s hoping the rest of the week gets better. It can’t really get much worse, can it?
If you have a bad weekend or rather, a sick weekend do you think it’s fair to take Monday off in exchange for your suffering? I do and I think it should be a law. A LAW!