As I was sitting at work on Friday morning, a friend asked me what I had planned for the weekend. Well, truth be told, not too much. My recently-married friend was having a very informal party to celebrate the wedding on Saturday, and I was planning on playing basketball with some friends on Sunday. But otherwise, I was planning on a slow weekend to rest up and catch up odds & ends. Alos, the Mild Ex was heading down to Disneyland (I couldn't go because of the afore-mentioned wedding party), so I was left to my own devices to entertain myself. I didn't have a problem with that, but I figured it wouldn't exactly be an action-packed few days.
Now, I had sniffled a little bit through lunch on Friday, but I was thinking it might be an allergy attack. And under most circumstances, even a little non-allergy sniffling goes away after a good night's rest. In fact, I don't even count the sniffles as being sick unless it lasts longer than a day. So, I hoped that I'd be able to get a good night's rest, and head to the party the next day. And in keeping with the theme of a restful weekend, I planned on staying in on Friday night, getting a tiny bit of work done, and then resuming business as usual the next morning.
Well, I wouldn't be posting about it if everything had gone as planned, would I?
By the time I got home on Friday, I felt legitimately sick. I wasn't just sniffling, I was feeling congestion in my nasal passages. Fearing that I'd be a contaminant the next day, I regretfully canceled on the wedding-party. This was amusing in it of itself, because that was really the only reason why the Mild Ex and I weren't spending the weekend together (not that I would've suddenly decided to tag along and get *her* sick instead).
Well, no matter, I still had the evening to get my work done, rest on Saturday, and then have a normal Sunday. Unfortunately, I realized I couldn't do my work from home. Normally, I don't have any problems, given the nature of my work. In this case, the encryption scheme on Outlook made it so that I couldn't access some data I needed. End result: no work was done, either. Dammit.
Okay, so revised plan: drive to work on Saturday, finish my work, drive home, rest, play basketball on Sunday. The first two parts of that were relatively easy to do, even though they were annoying. It didn't take very long, but I hit traffic both ways, of course. Even better, my old college friend called me while I was in the office, to see if I wanted to meet up for Peruvian food for dinner. Talk about terrible timing; I was still feeling under the weather. Not only that, but I couldn't go to my favorite restaurant because I was sick, and I just happened to be in the middle of being somewhere I didn't want to be, doing something that wasn't exactly tons of fun. Boo.
I still held out hope that a second night of longer-than-usual rest would do heal me up, though. So I went to bed on Saturday night a good 8+ hours ahead of basketball-game time. Unfortunately, my body decided that this was a good time to remember that I'm horrible at sleeping in. I get up early on the weekdays, so I tend to get up fairly early, even on the weekends. Even by those standards, though, I woke up unnaturally early: 6AM. And I'm one of those people that has a hard time falling back asleep. Dammit (again).
So, I canceled on the basketball game as well. I'd warned them the day before that I wasn't feeling all that great, so it wasn't a huge deal. Now, at this point, I'd basically had a slow weekend. I could just write it all off to getting sick at an unfortunate time. But no, karma decided to rub a little salt in the wound. A different college friend (old room mate, in fact), sent me a text asking me if the friend who called the day before and I wanted to grab lunch. Want to guess where? The Peruvian place. And of course, I still couldn't go, because I was still sick. Boo (again).
Seriously, what are the odds? So far, I count three odd/bizarre coincidences:
Now, I had sniffled a little bit through lunch on Friday, but I was thinking it might be an allergy attack. And under most circumstances, even a little non-allergy sniffling goes away after a good night's rest. In fact, I don't even count the sniffles as being sick unless it lasts longer than a day. So, I hoped that I'd be able to get a good night's rest, and head to the party the next day. And in keeping with the theme of a restful weekend, I planned on staying in on Friday night, getting a tiny bit of work done, and then resuming business as usual the next morning.
Well, I wouldn't be posting about it if everything had gone as planned, would I?
By the time I got home on Friday, I felt legitimately sick. I wasn't just sniffling, I was feeling congestion in my nasal passages. Fearing that I'd be a contaminant the next day, I regretfully canceled on the wedding-party. This was amusing in it of itself, because that was really the only reason why the Mild Ex and I weren't spending the weekend together (not that I would've suddenly decided to tag along and get *her* sick instead).
Well, no matter, I still had the evening to get my work done, rest on Saturday, and then have a normal Sunday. Unfortunately, I realized I couldn't do my work from home. Normally, I don't have any problems, given the nature of my work. In this case, the encryption scheme on Outlook made it so that I couldn't access some data I needed. End result: no work was done, either. Dammit.
Okay, so revised plan: drive to work on Saturday, finish my work, drive home, rest, play basketball on Sunday. The first two parts of that were relatively easy to do, even though they were annoying. It didn't take very long, but I hit traffic both ways, of course. Even better, my old college friend called me while I was in the office, to see if I wanted to meet up for Peruvian food for dinner. Talk about terrible timing; I was still feeling under the weather. Not only that, but I couldn't go to my favorite restaurant because I was sick, and I just happened to be in the middle of being somewhere I didn't want to be, doing something that wasn't exactly tons of fun. Boo.
I still held out hope that a second night of longer-than-usual rest would do heal me up, though. So I went to bed on Saturday night a good 8+ hours ahead of basketball-game time. Unfortunately, my body decided that this was a good time to remember that I'm horrible at sleeping in. I get up early on the weekdays, so I tend to get up fairly early, even on the weekends. Even by those standards, though, I woke up unnaturally early: 6AM. And I'm one of those people that has a hard time falling back asleep. Dammit (again).
So, I canceled on the basketball game as well. I'd warned them the day before that I wasn't feeling all that great, so it wasn't a huge deal. Now, at this point, I'd basically had a slow weekend. I could just write it all off to getting sick at an unfortunate time. But no, karma decided to rub a little salt in the wound. A different college friend (old room mate, in fact), sent me a text asking me if the friend who called the day before and I wanted to grab lunch. Want to guess where? The Peruvian place. And of course, I still couldn't go, because I was still sick. Boo (again).
Seriously, what are the odds? So far, I count three odd/bizarre coincidences:
- I bail on the Mild Ex because I have a previous engagement, and then I don't even end up making it to that.
- I just happen to need one of maybe a handful of things on my computer that I can't access remotely over the weekend (to be fair, I could have taken steps to remedy this before-hand), so sitting in bed for a few hours turns into sitting in a car for a few hours
- I get invited to have a meal at my favorite restaurant twice in the span of 24 hours, and I can't attend either time because of illness.
It's just not my weekend. I'm pretending the last three days never happened. Oh, and I'm doing a bunch of good deeds in the coming weeks to make up for whatever karmic debt I've clearly incurred.
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