He was almost to the door. Soon, he’d be gone.
I called after him. “Hey Marc, wait!”
He turned back to me. “Yeah?”
I began rummaging around in my wallet. “Can you get me a pack of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups while you’re there? Like the family-size pack?” Marc was off to Duane Reade to up our stash for the Office Gum Culture Task-Force. I found a 5 dollar bill and waved it at him. “But I mean, the mini-size, but in the family bag?” I sighed and shook my head. “Sorry, I’m not feeling well. I’m not making a lot of sense.”
He approached my desk and took the cash. “Sure, no problem.”
“Thanks,” I said. Then I turned back to my computer and tried to focus.
I rarely have a sweet tooth. But when I do, I’ve come to realize it means I’m either excessively over-tired or getting sick. That day, I came to believe I was both.
It had started that morning with a string of sneezes that just kept coming on to the point that my co-workers stopped saying, “Bless you,” because it just had become ridiculous. As the day wore on, I found myself yawning constantly and my head becoming foggy and sluggish. My eyeballs were actually aching.
I ate almost that whole pack of peanut butter cups just so I could get through the afternoon. Luckily it was Friday, so that night, I fell into bed early. The next day, I slept until 4pm. This was unfortunate, as I was supposed to go to Queens that morning to get my hair straightened. Instead, now I had to endure another week of a halo of frizz around the top of my head.
When Sunday rolled around, I was exhausted. I knew I had things to get done, so I did those things, but when it came time to sit down and write this week’s post, I could see it was going to be a challenge. I’d become engrossed in poking the glands on my neck to see if they still hurt. Poke. “Ow.” Poke. “Ow.” Poke. “Ow.” Yep, still hurt.
Then I’d start obsessively swallowing to see if my throat still hurt. Swallow. “Ow.” Swallow. “Ow.” Swallow. “Ow.”
You get the picture.
So after repeated attempts of getting to work and repeated retreats to the bed where I’d lay down with The Cat, I gave up.
And every night this week, I’ve been so tired after work, all I’ve wanted to do is watch Orphan Black: Season One.
Just one. I’m a few. No family, too. Who am I?
So I wasn’t able to finish this week’s entry. But please join us next week, where we’ll be exploring:
Jigsaw Puzzle Singles’ Event: Mother/Daughter Edition.