When I woke up Friday morning I immediately noticed I had a sore throat but I was determined to get through the work day (I need the money) and still feel good enough to enjoy this trip out of town with my family of three.
By 11:00 a.m. I was dragging my butt and I notified my other workplace that I would not be coming in to work for them in the afternoon. Pulling out of the parking lot at work I groaned, remembering that I had to run several errands, which I did and rewarded myself with a Starbucks Green Tea Frappucino, which seemed to help my throat a little. By the time I got home I was exhausted and after about an hour napping I awoke feeling dizzy. Drinking 8 beers in a row kind of dizzy.
Tyler happened to call as I was stumbling around our bedroom collecting clothes for the weekend and so I attempted enthusiasm and asked if he could pick me up some chicken noodle soup and some Tylenol and assuaged his concern with "Don't worry, I feel great".
As the night went on I started to feel a little better and was excited - I love to travel. By the time we got to the hotel and checked in however, I felt on the edge of collapsing. I crawled under the covers and was about to pass out for the night when I remembered the Challenge - I somehow convinced my antsy fiancé to postpone exploring the hotel for awhile so I could massage his hand. Even though I still felt sick it helped to be able to focus on something else for awhile and it even helped me relax enough to fall asleep soon afterwards.
