I have the flu. Well I had it; I’d like to say that I’ve sufficiently kicked its ass, alas it has owned mine. I haven’t been this sick since the last week of classes in undergrad after running out of my house without a coat on at the tail end of March to sprint to my research lab where I was running a test early in the morning after my grad formal. Bad idea. I was bed-ridden for the week. You see, I only get sick once every three years, and when I do, it isn’t the sniffles.
This time around I’ve been trapped (self-imposed quarantine, minus my poor housemates, the numerous delivery men who brought me food and the brave/kind souls who dared enter) in my house for three days and it wasn’t pretty. I’ve gone through all the sweats I have, pretty soon I’d have to start lounging around in cocktail dresses. My two major accomplishments for the day were sweeping the stairs and taking out a bag of recycling. Only then did I notice it was snowing and that I was forming an ass grove in my custom built Urban Barn Nest Chair.
So I decided that I had been cooped up far too long, and probably as a result of my cabin fevered stupor – it seemed like a brilliant idea to go outside in a snowstorm with the last traces of the flu going through my system. (I will let you know how it pans out, but as of right now I’m still coughing.) It took me pretty well half an hour to walk up to
And still the creatures of Saturday night pounce strong and I remember when I used to go out bare legged in snowstorms too. (Another fine way to catch the flu) And I’m not one of those people who laughs at the youths or thinks I’m above any of it, but I have been there and done it. Though it did remind me of how I’m matured as a bar star.
In the latter half of 2008 I threw a lot of elbows in bars, maybe because those bars were in the realms of Lot 332, Cantina Charlie’s (I have no idea what name-of-the-week that place is on now) and one highly unfortunate new years at The Courthouse. It’s not my fault all those people from
Speaking of getting there, after such a lengthy exposition I should actually get to my point. Other than the fact that in three years my essay writing skills have not improved. 2011 has been really boring so far. Okay fine,
A friend of mine told me we can’t compare where we were last year to where we are this year because it’s completely unfair. Perhaps that’s easy for her to say, she went from finishing her masters to finishing her first year of medical school. That’s a pretty big change. On the contrary, I live in the same place (which I love), I’m in the same job, and I’m still swinging single with only the hilarious tales of wacky hijinks that people are used to me telling. Even still, 2011 has provided me with few hijinks thus far. And perhaps even I’m getting to a point where the wackiness isn’t even sustaining me anymore. Just like this girl traded in her bar fights, she might also be considering giving up crazy dating stories.
A different friend of mine says I’m late adapter to change; I think (and hope) he means mostly in the technological realm. I’m not into 3D movies, it took “forever” for me to get a cellphone and have only recently switched to a Smartphone, for which I refuse to pay for a data plan, which makes it essentially useless. Maybe what I actually dislike is unplanned change. Wow, that makes me sound completely non-spontaneous. I go with the flow (for the most part), but less so with major life decisions.
Truth be told, I’m really anxious to go into work tomorrow. I’ve been out for two days with the flu and my business director is back from a week-long
I guess I’ll let you know how it goes. Stay tuned for the resolution of Influenza! 2011.
