2016 isn't done with me yet. It decided to give me a stupid (and particularly nasty) rhinovirus. I was gonna go anyway. It was miserable enough that I had to leave my new nurse orientee by herself at work Friday for the last two hours of the day, cos I just couldn't make it. (There was at least a fabulous nurse in ID who I trust completely to be there, but still...)
I had to get up at 11pm last night from bed to go to the couch because I was too restless. And then I laid there for another 20 solid minutes trying to get up the energy to walk the last 10 feet to the medicine cabinet to get ibuprofen and Vicks Vap-o-rub. That was when I said to myself, there's no way I'm going to make it 364 miles to Moab.
I'm only up this early because the pain in my head was so great, I forced myself back upstairs to a hot shower. And then sat down and cried in frustration, because I really will be even more miserable if I go.
I hate you, 2016.
I got the best email ever from Jane (my mom in law) this morning, though. And I'm the luckiest daughter-in-law to have her in my world.
And I was still sitting on the toilet, crying in frustration. Well. My sinuses benefit from the extra humidity.
Mark is sick, too. Not as bad off, but he has this crap, too. I'm annoyed as hell I can't give him a little alone day at home. He hasn't had one since APRIL. Because I have gone NO. WHERE. by myself. We took TWO WEEKENDS away...one to Oregon, and one to Estes. That's IT. (All right all right all right....first world problems, checking my privilege...)
Yeah. Still feeling whiny and like wallowing in my pity party.
I'm back on the couch, armed with water, ibuprofen, vitamins, sudafed, coffee (I don't give up coffee no matter how sick I am), and at some point I will search for soup. And a large trash can and two boxes of kleenex. I can hear the Mark got up briefly to hack and cough, but I think he just crawled back under the covers.
I am going to watch Curse of the Golden Flower for the 100th time. Because a) Gong Li is the best actor on the planet. She can do more in five seconds of dead silence with a stony face and perfectly laquered fingernail than most actors do in entire movies (And she can do it dressed as the Han Empress or dressed as a dumpy massively-pregnant pissed off peasant, with dirt on her face. You could cover her face in mud, and she still looks flawless.) ....and b) like so many Chinese movies that manage to make it to an American audience...at the end, almost everybody dies or goes mad, and the bad guy (i.e. the Emporer) wins.
Yeah. I think that's about right.