Let me start by saying this post includes some graphic details that are not suitable for those with weak stomachs. Consider yourselves warned!
I haven't been very connected online for the past couple weeks, with the exception of some pre-scheduled posts. My reading and commenting have been pathetic. I promise my love for you all has not changed one bit!
This is partially due to guilt because I have a fantastic poetry anthology product I've been meaning to upload to TPT and share here for... oh... about two months now, and I just haven't gotten around to it. And now that April is looming... you know... poetry month... I'm kicking myself for not getting this done sooner. (Yet here I am, writing this post instead of putting on my final touches and getting the darn thing uploaded.)
The good news, my friends, is that I'm officially on spring break. My job is certainly less stressful this year, but for some reason, I feel like I've needed this break more than ever. I think a late break, early time change, and long winter have made me long for some time off. I'm super excited to sleep in every single day (except that Joel woke me up at 7 AM today to watch a YouTube video he found while in the bathroom... really?!).
Last week was honestly the longest week of my life. I had a terrible migraine one night and into the next day (but I went to school anyway because I couldn't justify taking a day so close to spring break). I basically felt like this all day...
And then I woke up on Friday with an upset stomach that just wouldn't go away. Like, I was concentrating on deep breaths all morning long and visited the nurse for some mints in hopes of keeping everything calm. In the middle of 3rd period, though, I realized all my attempts were in vain and rushed to the single-stall staff bathroom. I literally had to push a very-pregnant coworker out of the way saying, "Hold on! I have to puke!" She thought I was kidding until I made this face...
Yeah... it was time for me to go home. So... yay for me for a little extra spring break time?
I've literally been too sick to do much of anything all weekend. I slept 16 hours Friday-Saturday and spent the rest of the day watching movies in bed or in the bathroom. Poor Joel was heartbroken when I told him I wasn't up for a trip to Miami this weekend.
The climax came last night when Joel convinced me that I would be fine to take a little drive with him. All was fine until I coughed, which led to me puking all over myself, my phone, and my car, both inside and out. It all happened so fast, and before I knew it, I was standing in the parking lot of a Mexican restaurant violently hurling in all directions as Joel desperately tried to clean me up with the stash of fast food napkins from my glove compartment.
Thankfully, I trusted my gut (no pun intended... but it fit very nicely just the same) and chose not to eat the delicious BBQ dinner with my family, so I really just puked up the water I had been drinking all day. It could have been much worse. Unfortunately, my lack of experience in this department (I went to college in the city where we used public transportation to and from the bars) didn't prepare me for the horror that is cleaning said vomit from the car. I now feel sufficiently prepared for what to expect when we have children.
The good news is that I managed to keep down the little bit of food I ate today, so I think I'm on the mend.
So, what are my big plans for the rest of this spring break? Well, Joel and I are hoping to go to Nashville for a couple nights because it's going to be pretty cold here this week, and it will be fun to see someplace new together. I wish we were closer to a beach, but it will still be nice to get away.
Other than that, I want to treat myself to a mani/pedi and SLEEP. Have I mentioned sleep? I know... exciting, huh?!
Also, I'm putting this in writing so you guys can hold me accountable: I vow to get my poetry anthology posted to TPT this week and get back to my regular routine of posting, reading, and commenting on all your lovely blogs.