Have you ever just had "one of those days"? Where not everything is going wrong, but it most certainly is not all going right? Where you kind of feel like you're in a funk? Nod with me if you have. That was today.
I woke up with a little more of a sniffle than usual and that annoying sore throat. You know the kind where it's not enough to really hurt, just to bug the heck outta ya? And then once you get some food down into your stomach you feel better? Well, for some reason lately, in the mornings, I am never hungry! In fact, my stomach almost feels nauseous if I DO eat anything. (Nope, not pregnant, promise.) Anyway, so to remedy my annoying sore throat, I tried to eat something. Only to feel even more crappy than I had originally. Yes. Today was starting wonderfully. Then, I took my shower, and got dressed. I was running a tiny bit behind, so I grabbed the skirt I wanted and thought, "sweet, it's not even wrinkled, doesn't need to be ironed!" and went about hair and make-up.
I got to the store at 9:31, so I was only a minute late, opened her up and started on all the daily "opening the store" chores. As I walked to the front to unlock the door, I saw myself in the large front mirror and realized that my skirt, which I had previously thought didn't need to be ironed, really DID need to be ironed. Thank goodness we have a steamer in the shop, huh? This is where you all groan, knowing something really bad is going to happen, right? Right. So, being impatient and not really having any other options, I started steaming/ironing my skirt. While it was still on my body. Now, I am also the kind of impatient person that will, on rare occasions, iron a little wrinkle on a shirt, while on my body, but I try to be careful. Knowing the heat that little steamer produced, I tried to be quick about the steam going on to my skirt. Well. . . I wasn't fast enough. All the sudden, my thigh was searing hot and I ripped the steamer away and threw it back on the ironing board, while muttering under my breath, "MAN that HURT!" And it did. But it got worse. It was giving me enough pain that I decided I needed to go into the bathroom and check it out. (I was wearing really thick brown tights, hence the need to go to a bathroom to check 'er out.) As I pulled down my tights, about 4 inches above my knee, it looked like I had gotten sunburned. "Ok", I thought, "not as bad as I had anticipated!" I went about my day not thinking too much of it.
MEANWHILE. . . my sinuses started filling with lots of delightful fluid. I felt like sneezing was my new calling in life. Seriously. It was wonderful. If you enjoy sneezing more than breathing. But, I kept at it, thinking, "this too shall pass. . . right? Please? PLEASE?" With intermittent thoughts like, "swine flu. . . crap." After lunch, I decided I needed to check on my little sun burn again, but this time I got a sweet surprise! A BLISTER!!! YAY! Only about the size of a dime. No big, right? Wrong. Blisters like to get bigger. By the end of the day, it was roughly the size of a quarter. And puffy and puss-y. Sorry for that visual. You'll get to see a picture in a little bit. Except it just popped, dang it. Oh well, you still get a picture.
So, now I can feel my heartbeat in my jaw, in true sinus infection fashion and my nose is dripping like a faucet. Oh, and my eyes are puffy and red. I love being sick! Upside: I made myself a little chicken noodle soup and a pepperjack grilled cheese sandwich for dinner. I know. Super healthy. But it was comfort food and I was in need of comfort food. Needless to say, the day at the shop was uneventful as far as customers went, for which I was supremely grateful. So, it's just been one of those days. Not the worst day of my life by any means, but definitely not the best either. Because, lets face it, who likes quarter sized blisters on their thigh?
Isn't it lovely??