On Friday, I wrote about how relaxing and wonderful I had hoped this weekend would be. Although it was far from wonderful, it wasn’t in the last bit uneventful.
I was so rudely awaken at 6am on Saturday morning by an urge I couldn’t control. Hmm. Where did that come from? Back to bed for a few more hours of sleep. Whoa! Less than an hour later, I’m awaken for the same reason. Yikes! Do I see a trend? Back to bed. Like clockwork, one hour later, it hits me again. Sitting in front of the toilet, with four confused dog eyes staring at me, I sniffle back the tears enough to mumble, “What has caused me to be so sick? Come here. Can I have a hug?” Both dogs looked at me like I was from another planet, and at that very moment, I probably looked like I was. For the next 11 hours, I spent every hour running back and forth, trying to convince myself it wasn’t something I had done, it was just something that happened to be going around. None of my friends were sick, but perhaps I stood too close to someone at the pharmacy the other day. Ugh. I should know better. I did the very few things I needed to do, took something to help me sleep, and went back to bed. I got some well wishes from JK, and promptly fell asleep.
Sunday morning I wake up from a dream about NASCAR. Go figure. I jump out of bed, confuse the heck out of the dogs, turn on the TV, and settled in to watch my guys go around, and around, and around the track. A 21st place finish was NOT what I was hoping for with Kyle, but if anyone can make up those lost points, It’ll be him. Since I was so sick yesterday, I’m having to do all the things today that I had planned to relaxingly do.
My relaxing weekend has now turned into a sick busy weekend. But, I’m all better. Not sure what it was, but glad it’s gone. Time to catch up on some FarmVille and FrontierVille. :-)
I hope your weekend was MUCH better than mine.