Last week, I had a really bad case of strep. I'm gonna be honest. I really thought people who complained about strep were huge wusses. I mean, it's just a sore throat. Fast forward to me literally sweating through my dress and all over the chair during a really important meeting last week, because I had a 100+ temperature. Seriously. When I got up, there was a big wet booty mark. I was sent home for the day.
At first, I thought I could beat this bug with my super magic spicy Asian chicken soup. And, let me tell you, it did a pretty good job. That soup is amazing. I killed the fever and was feeling great. In the end, it was my vanity that convinced me to go to the doctor. I didn't move for about three days and had a neck that looked like a U.S. gymnast: gigantic, meaty and basically just shoulders. Without a ridonk flexible, toned body or a slew of gold medals, that just isn't cute.
So, I went to get it checked out and the nurse was basically like, "you could've died." I guess strep is a super serious thing that can spread to your heart and liver and stuff. Actually, when she gave me the test, the positive marker was so faint that she almost missed it. Looks like my super magic soup almost kicked that bacteria's badonkadonk.
Why am I talking about this? First, sorry to all of you with strep who I totally judged in my head. This crap sucks. Second, I'm currently sitting at Wormhole writing on a Friday night, because I'm on 10 days of antibiotics and can't drink. That rules out basically everything going on tonight. I'm bored. I'm dressed up to the nines and tens. My hair looks great. I just downed a 12 oz mocha. And the place shuts down in 40 minutes. After which, I'm screwed.
I already watched all the Netflix one person could every possibly want to watch while I was internally burning up like a firecracker. I watched ALL of Bob's Burgers. I watched some documentary about Scrabble players. I can't sit home alone in the dark and watch another How I Met Your Mother. I just can't!
Staying in last weekend was bliss. I have been far too busy and, sick as I was, it was a nice break. This weekend is so, so different. It's like in the summer when your mom would make you go to bed before it was dark out and you could still hear the neighbor kids.
I'm going to try to find some good music somewhere. That's what I need. Holla at some DJs.
Ramble, ramble, ramble. I'm not going to read this one over. Publish!
UPDATE: If you are at Wormhole near close, they give out all the pastries left in the case. I win Friday, ya'll! (Someone call me. Oh dear lawd, someone call me.)