So I'm sitting here with a little sniffle looking at the weather being cold outside and thinking to myself how ironic it is that exactly two years ago today I spent another fabulous Monday before Thanksgiving not quite feeling right and watching the weather be cold outside, that time with a concussion... How did that happen?
It's simple really. Mostly it was a not-well-thought-out, bad combination of things. I had just been accepted to the nursing program and was needing my vaccinations updated and some blood work drawn, so we thought we would get it done super quick before meeting my mom and sister at Flying Pie for lunch. We had slept in and I wasn't starving, so I figured that planning on an early lunch that I wanted to be hungry for was a good enough excuse to skimp on breakfast. But apparently that's a really bad idea for someone who tends to have low blood pressure and is heading in for shots, and when needle #3 hit my arm, I passed right out mid sentence, fell off the examination table, whacked my head pretty good on the tile floor, and woke up a few minutes later confused, embarrassed, and with a pounding headache. If I had known then what I know now, me puking my guts out in the bathroom before even leaving the doctor's office would have made me a little more skeptical about running out so quickly. But wanting to be tough and maintain what little dignity I had left we hurried out and to the restaurant, where the puking episodes only continued... in fact they continued all throughout the day and into the evening. Tim spent the afternoon bringing me cold rags for my forehead and waking me up every hour to make sure I knew where I was and what holiday was coming up... such a pleasant experience. Needless to say I have never been back to the doctor's office on an empty stomach, but still don't really love getting shots.
In fact, come to think of it, this week is somewhat of an annual bad luck time. It was the day after Thanksgiving last year when Boise State lost that big game that made Tim sick and unable to sleep, and I came down with strep throat. How oddly unfortunate. I'll have to flag this week on my 2012 calendar as the one to watch out for and hope for the best.
As a nice side note though, at least this year's Thanksgiving week tradition will not be taking place at a Borup family member's home. Sparing the relatives is the least I can do, don't mention it guys.
