And so. Reality decided that it would wait until I got my first nap in, then hit me broadside with her 2-by-4 of sooner or later, you have to pay the piper. After I landed, I went and got Miss Copa, came home and drank a huge glass of ice water, and collapsed in a pile of dirty laundry on the bed to cuddle with the puppy and promptly fell asleep. When I woke I was shivering with fever, my head is totally packed with some lovely pastel coloured snot, my throat feels like sandpaper covered in glass powder, and my joints are all aching. I have a funny looking set of tiny bites on my right wrist (like mosquito bites, but smaller.) Worried that I may have picked up bedbugs from the apartment I rented in Melbourne, Ive made sure all the clothes went right into the washer on surgical sterilise... Thank goodness I have a memory foam mattress, and not a traditional one. Now Im sipping hot tea, chewing through the ibuprofen, and warming my feet by the heater. Today I am grateful for my previous week and the amazing experience Ive just had (and thank you Garrett Prestage for making sure it all happened), and Im grateful for the fact that my exhaustion didnt collapse my bodys defences until I made it home, and Im especially, wonderfully, fabulously, incredibly grateful for the fact... ... that I live alone and no one will know that I went to bed at 5:00pm on a Friday. #JMOG
Posted on: Fri, 25 Jul 2014 07:10:52 +0000
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