Oh how I hate being sick

More bitching. After going to the doctor on Friday, I went to get The Wire Season 3 to watch during the sick weekend... then went to my car and the key wouldn't turn. I called my friend that I bought it from, he redirected me to another number, then they told me to call another number, and then they told me to call another number to get a tow. After a half hour of talking on the phone (and worrying that my old crap phone might die as I lost my new phone a few weekends ago), I had a tow truck on the way with some perishibles in the backseat to boot. Then I gave the key one more turn for the hell of it, and it turned. What a bunch of stress over almost nothing.

Now after this happens, I'm racing the hell home just to get home. And then I get pulled over. Some consolation was held in the beautiful face of a cop I had to talk to, but still, I was wondering how much over I was and how much money I just cost myself. I learned I was going 11 over. I slipped in the fact that I was having a bad day (sick, almost had car towed). She took my license and insurance info, went back to her car for what seemed like an eternity, then came back to give me the news. Well, apparently it was my lucky day as she claimed her computer was down and that saved me about $400 (I had my fishy hanging from the rearview), and she wished me a better day. Huh? Another stressful scare? I slowly drove another mile to my place and vowed not to leave for the rest of the day. I didn't. And missed The Alarmists concert.

Saturday. Woke up feeling like absolute shit again, fever, chills, headache, body aches, horribly sore throat. Goddamnit. Watched a bunch of The Wire and finally decided I would attend the birthday party I helped plan just to make an appearance. I went, I saw, and had to leave what was a very fun time just before midnight as my fever started to kick in again with a cold sweat. I got home just after midnight to rest. ........ until my two drunk friends called and claimed they were stranded downtown with no money and no cash card and nobody else around. It's 1:30, I'm sick, and now if I don't come, it makes me the bad guy? Goddamnit. Pissed as all hell, I drove and picked their asses up. They said they'd call me today and give me money. Not a word yet today.

Sunday. I was actually so bored and limited in what I could do that I played some online poker. It's been awhile. No details here though. And then I missed hockey as I still feel like ass. Oh how I hate being sick.

Just be well by Vegas. That's all I ask. Oh yeah, there's 13 or 14 of us going right now. I suppose it's good that I'm getting the sick out of the way now right? Ugh.