The cold has returned with a vengeance. I started losing my voice today and around mid-afternoon I started to feel nauseous. I was already across town so I went to martial arts but it was terrible. I felt all wobbly and couldn’t stop coughing. I managed to make it home in one piece (driving while sick SUCKS!) and figured that eating something would make me feel better.
Nausea – back in full swing. Thank goodness I still have some ginger ale in the house from last weekend when I felt awful. I’ve been sipping that and chewing on the Triscuits that I found at the back on my cupboard.
Sucks because if I still feel like this, I won’t be able to go to Burn tomorrow and I was looking forward to putting on my dancing shoes and working up a sweat on the dance floor.
On the bright side, the Canucks won last Sunday when I watched from home, so maybe me being sick is their good luck charm. My brother and I decided that we can’t watch any more of the first round together because the two games we’ve been under the same roof, the Canucks have lost. If I still feel like shit tomorrow at least I can be comforted that my superstitious ass is helping my team win. Go team.
Y – I’ll call ya tomorrow and let you know what’s up.