welcome back?

I was doing so well. SO WELL. I wasn’t blogging every day, but the updates were still pretty darn consistent, and my traffic showed the fruits of my labour.

Now it’s been almost a week since my last post, and I am hanging my head in shame.

Wait, scratch that. I’m hanging my head in an attempt to remove the bundle of snot (you’re welcome) that seems to have set up camp there and is unwilling to move. UGH.

I started to get sick sometime last week, though it’s hard to pinpoint the exact day, as last week was the week of doing ALL THE THINGS.

Wednesday was the orientation day for the mentorship program I decided to volunteer with at my alma mater. While it included dinner, it was still a two-hour+ presentation and orientation session that negated any other plans I may have had.

Thursday I met one of my first “real job” bosses for a couple of drinks to catch up. It was excellent to hear from him, and he even covered the tab (somehow, I knew he would). Again, though, this ran until past 9pm, and by the time I got home I was just wanting to cuddle up to Thomas and call it a night. This is around the day that my voice started hurting, but I figured it was from shouting over the music in the crazy-loud bar that we met at.

The next day, Friday, I went with a bunch of coworkers from the university. We all were RAs together and patrolled the dorms and halls on many late nights. It was excellent to see so many people rounded up in the same place again, and we all had a blast. More drinking + more shouting to be heard also meant that my voice got even more of a workout.

My DD took me home around midnight, and I got ready for bed. I left early, because I promised a coworker that I would drive her to the airport at 5:30am (!!!) on Saturday morning. I was up and out the door by 5:10, so I could get gas and Halls on the way. This is when I went from “kind of maybe sick” to full-on “OMG you sound like death warmed over” sick.

Sunday was spent chilling on the couch and medicating, then going over to Thomas’ sister’s place so her son, her fiance, and Thomas could build the enormous Death Star that Aiden got for Christmas. There were four boxes inside the big box, and they only made it through one that day (and we were there about seven hours). This is going to be a longer project than one expected.

However, the guys were distracted as well, given that the NHL is finally back!

Yes, I’m still PO’ed that the NHL and the NHLPA couldn’t stop whinging long enough to come to an agreement back in AUGUST. Yes, I dislike that we’re splitting hairs over a few hundred thousand dollars each when these players can make up to $12.8 million a year. (A YEAR!) But dammit, that’s my team and I’m excited to see them back on the ice. The Oilers stand a pretty good chance of having a serious cup run this year, and after seven years of not even making the playoffs, I’m more than ready.

Then we come to Monday, and I’m back at work…for awhile. Eventually my boss told me to get lost, because I sounded like I was going to infect everyone with the Black Plague.

Now it’s today, and I’m feeling guilty that my blog has been so neglected *pets*. Good news is that the cold is on the way out! I sound like death but I’m feeling 10x better than I was yesterday. Another coworker suggested that I go home, but not today hombre. All I can do there is sit on the couch, laugh at cats, and do housework. I’m going stir crazy! So, I’ll be running through a box of tissues and disinfecting everything I touch here instead, while I try not to mouth-breathe on anyone.

How has YOUR week been?