I am still sick. Unfortunately. I have had this raging sore throat since this past Tuesday. As I’ve mentioned before, Patrick has been amazing. Making me soup, getting drugs for me (the legal kind, of a pharmaceutical nature), making sure I am drinking enough fluids and keeping my electrolytes in balance, and periodically taking my temperature and telling me I should take a nap. Since Tuesday’s hint of a sore throat, my illness has spiraled out of control. I have developed a headache and an earache which throbs and feels like a hot poker in my ear. Yesterday (Friday for all you folks at home) I went to the doctor and requested that they do a quick strep test for me.
Yesterday I took a sick day from the blog. I am sorry. I felt like crap. On Tuesday of this week I went to CrossFit with a faint hint of a sore throat coming on. The entire workout was all shoulders so it probably wasn’t such a great idea to do that. But you know me (directed at the people who actually do know me), I’m full of great ideas. NO! Seriously! I am! Really!
Ok, well maybe not all the time.
Anyway, that night (Tuesday…keep up) the faint hint of a sore throat turned into a raging bitch. My tonsil was basically infringing on my uvula. Whoa, that sounds like a dirty word. Well, yea, actually it kind of does. It’s the little throat punching bag thingy.
You can see where the story left off here.
So as I was saying, Patrick and I were dead tired and dragging ourselves and $30 shot glass back to the parking garage, which we barely fit in to begin with (Pat drives a big truck – could you have guessed?). Slowly trudging up 3 flights of stairs covered in gum and other stickiness we finally made it back to Big Red (the truck, not the gum, although there was probably plenty of that on the bottom of our shoes). It was probably close to 1:15am but no later than 1:30am when we started up the truck.
Photo courtesy: Google Maps
The above is a picture from Google Street View of said garage. Looks nice right? Yea, you would think. Especially with the unassuming palm tree and flowers surrounding the outside. Don’t let this fool you. Look closer at the garage.
I think that whoever created the concept of an adult arcade is a genius. Getting a whole bunch of grown adults together in a gigantic building featuring 2 bars, late night “munchie” food, arcade games, and a room full of redeemable prizes – WINNING!
The following is an epic adventure Patrick and I had while at Dave & Busters (and if you haven’t read about our amazing dinner, then do so here):
The birthday party decided to walk to Dave & Busters from the restaurant. It was not far. As we were waiting at the corner for the pedestrian light to illuminate, a cycle rickshaw drove by. Sandy’s mom (who I had just met at dinner and who is also just as adorable as Sandy) called out, “Where do those generate from? Let’s get one!”
Yesterday was the first day a new post has not gone up, with good reason. Patrick and I were busy running around town. First, we had an appointment with the jewelry store to look at the custom wax mold of my shadow band (wedding ring). I have a tough time imagining what it will look like when it’s such a nasty color looking wax. Also, please disregard my calloused hands…CrossFit was rough this week.