There is never a good time for a cold.
Sitting at work on Friday afternoon I started to feel seriously feverish. By the time I got home I was running a major temperature.
Trouble was it was a good friend of mine's 40th birthday. And I promise his wife that I wouldn't miss it.
So what's a girl to do? A trip to shoppers drug Mart and buy enough cold medication to start a meth lab (a delightful description provided by a coworker).
Took a bunch of DayQuil and some Tylenol and hoped for the best.
As luck would have it the DayQuil and Tylenol combo bought me a good couple hours.
Party was a lot of fun but I only ended up staying three hours.
Saturday morning I woke up feeling even worse. But I have the bomber game to go to. It's the second last home game of the season and I didn't want to miss it.
So falling back of my wonder mix of Dayquil and Tylenol I made it to the game. The weather was absolutely gorgeous. Edmonton has been having a really good season so it was questionable whether we would beat them.
Given the way that we played we had no business even being in the lead for a while. Plus our kicker was playing unbelievably horrible. Add to that two overturned calls on the same play and it was a really odd game. In the end it came down to the last second of the game and Edmonton kicked a field goal for the win.
Regardless of the outcome of the game it was great to hang out with the girls.
By the end of the game I was starting to feel feverish again. Fevers are so weird, you're running a temperature but yet you feel so crazily cold. I put on a onesie, a wool shawl and curled up under a blanket.
At some point in the evening my fever broke and I started peeling off layers.
It is now 9 o'clock in the morning and I am still trying to muster the will to get out of bed. I am working from home tomorrow because we have a warranty appointment for the house. So at least I can remain in sweats one more day.