I was not going to write about killer mockingbirds today. I was going to write about my attempt at taking ‘artsy’ pictures this weekend and getting severely burned at the pool because I used expired sunscreen. That was fun. Not.
Today has been a very odd day. I already scheduled for a post to go up (I forget what time exactly but it’s most likely up by now) but somehow felt the need to write more. Well, that and the fact that I need to make it seem like I am working. Regardless of my inclination for posting twice in one day, I do feel like it has been such a strange day. And you (my reader(s)) win because, well, I’m posting twice!
I am sitting at my desk with a live feed of the news broadcast from Boston. I periodically pop in an ear bud to listen, but still no new information. Twitter updates, instagram photos, and Facebook posts all with hashtags about the bombings and suspects have had me unable to peel my eyes away. It is very nerve wracking and scary. I can’t image how the people of Watertown, MA feel . They have been told they shouldn’t really be leaving their homes so as not to hinder the manhunt in anyway.
This is a tragedy. Massachusetts is home to me. Boston is a favorite place of mine.
Honestly, I don’t even know how to start this post so I will give you a timeline of how yesterday went for me and see where that leads me.
April 15, 2013 – The 117th running of the Boston Marathon on Patriot’s Day – Boston, Massachusetts
Patrick texted me “The Boston marathon was bombed.”
I start to panic because my sister lives in the city and class was cancelled for Patriot’s Day and Boston Marathon celebrations. She did happen to mention the other day that she was going to spectate with a few friends.
I texted my sister “Are you okay! I heard Boston was bombed!!!”
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.