I will start off by saying, my weekend sucked hardcore. Let me explain:
Friday started off fine, I worked my last day in 5th grade, and then did some very productive Christmas shopping at Polaris. I called BC to see if he wanted to hang out. Well, he has bronchitis and wanted to rest up so he could hang out Saturday. Kinda a bummer, because we hadn't hung out since the Sunday before Thanksgiving, and we've been missing each other, but it wasn't a big deal. The week really had worn me out, so I decided I was going to relax Friday night, cook a frozen pizza, wrap some gifts, go to bed earlier, etc. I tried doing that... until around midnight. I wake up in the middle of the night, feeling like garbage. I felt really weird and just "off." I also had a splitting headache. So I head to bathroom, and while I am going to the bathroom (sorry for the upcoming graphic details) I start feeling like I am going to black out, my arm starts feeling numb, and suddenly I realize, I am going to throw up. So I quickly take the bag out of the trash can and throw up twice. And I am not a throw-upper. Probably the last time I barfed was when I was like 7, so this is definitely not something I am not used to dealing with. I don't throw up anymore, but definitely had to make many more trips to the bathroom, and definitely think I had food poisoning. No more Totino's frozen pizzas for me for a long time! Also, if there happens to be news of a recall of those pizzas because of salmonella, you heard it here first. A lot of my symptoms matched that of salmonella poisoning, but it is easy to link nausea, diarrhea and headache to a lot of things. Anyway, food poisoning alone would make a bad weekend, but oh, it gets worse.
Ok, so back to BC's bronchitis. We had previously made plans for Saturday to go to Shadowbox, the sketch comedy show at Easton, with BC's mom and brother, who had driven in from Youngstown just for the show as a belated birthday gift for his mom. BC and I went out to dinner Saturday (the first time I'd eaten all day) and he had a really tough time not coughing. Like literally he would cough like nonstop. He began to think he might not be able to go to the show and we would have to go without him. As we are driving to Easton his coughing starts getting a lot worse, he is starting to freak out because he is having trouble catching his breath. I also have to mention that on Saturday Columbus got several inches of snow, and people were not handling it well, and the roads weren't very good, so there were accidents everywhere. I am really scared we are going to get in a wreck because he can't breath. We end up getting to Easton and parking in the closest spot we can find and he is flipping out that he needs to go to the hospital and he is all worked up so he keeps coughing and coughing. I am trying to call his mom, who is meeting us there, to hurry because we have to take care of him. They can't find where we are parked, so I am standing out in the snow trying to direct her to us, meanwhile BC is telling me to call an ambulance. I am flipping out inside, but am trying to calm and reassure him. They finally get there and we all pile in their SUV as quick as we can. We find an urgent care in Gahanna on BC's iphone and when we get there, it turns out it wasn't really an urgent care per se, more a dr's office place, and it is definitely closed. By now BC has calmed down a lot, and is exhausted and just wants to go home to bed. We start driving to Worthington, and the on ramp to 270 is closed, so it takes twice as long to get there, since we now have to go the long, long scenic route through crazy snow. We finally get there, put him to bed, and then his poor mom and brother have to drive me all the way home to my house, which is the totally opposite way they need to go, and then they had to drive back to Youngstown that night. Meanwhile, no one went to the Shadowbox show, and since tickets are nonrefundable BC is out $100+. He or I are going to see if we can transfer the tix to another night sometime to at least he some use out of them, so maybe Shadowbox will take some pity on us, and bend their policies.
So anyway, that was my craptastic weekend. Sunday was a lot better. I went and visited BC at home, and watched Iron Man to keep him company for a few hours, and then I caught up on Grey's Anatomy with the roommates. BC's sickness took my mind off of me feeling icky, and my symptoms are definitely lessening, and am feeling almost good as new. I can't remember ever having such a horrible weekend, like literally nothing went right. This blog posting is definitely me just complaining I know, but for my few readers, thanks for letting me spill it all! It makes me feel a little better. Hopefully I will have something better to write about this week!