I have had enough. Seriously. You know what I’m doing when I get home? GOING TO A SPA. Where they can rub me with hot stones or salt or some shit.
It’s starting to feel like all my free time has been spent recovering. This all started way back in October – my neck was fucked up and sore for about a week (thank god I can go see a chiropractor now since Boyfriend is not longer just Boyfriend, but Domestic Partner. Oooh… aaaah…).
Just as that was feeling better, we went to Seattle for our anniversary and the day we left, I woke up sick. Horribly so – my head was floating, my body was on fire & ached like a mofo’.
I got better, then the coughing started. The god awful, wracking only-at-night cough that kept me awake for nights on end. Needless to say, I was exhausted. Then one day, just like that, it disappeared. And then I had a couple days before leaving for the East Coast, where I stayed for 3 weeks, working back to back in Maryland and VA. (Out of the past 33 days, I’ve been home for 7 of them.)
I flew back to CA after Christmas where I just felt horribly cranky and out of sorts, not to mention hormonal and craving some honest to god quiet time… then about 5 days later, I flew out here to St Louis.
Now I have this !@#$%^&!!! cold and from past experience I know that the pressure from flying is going to wreak havoc on my sinuses and head. Last time it was all I could do to keep from weeping at the pain in my gums. And my cold MIGHT have gone away quietly but the flying home will probably cause it to last over the weekend at least.
Then home for a few days, doing nothing, work for 2 days, then out to Detroit the week after that.
I am exhausted. I forget what home feels like. I forget what sitting still feels like. I forget what my normal feels like. I truly wanted to check out some of St Louis tomorrow, see the arch (overrated or not) but I’ll most likely stay in bed until I absolutely have to check out, return the rental car, then find a couple of chairs in the airport to sprawl across while trying to sleep with one eye open (so that I can see everyone run away in disgust when they see all this snot running down my face.) I can’t help it. I blow and blow and blow but it just keeps on coming. Amazing how your own body can turn on you like this.
In any case, I’m not a big fan of massages (I prefer the crunch and pop of chiropractors) but I do think some sort of spa thing might do me wonders. Any suggestions? I’m thinking those hot stone therapy/mango sugar/seaweed body wrap kinds of things.