Working to Death

I do it all the time, and I didn’t know why it would be any different this time. I work myself NONSTOP until my body shuts itself down, DEMANDING I take a day off.

Started last weekend. I was determined to get my rent paid this week before I went on vacation, although I had a free month’s rent anyway. So, I picked up crazy amounts of shifts… looked like this:

Wednesday- morning shift, Thursday-double, Friday-morning, Saturday- double, Sunday-DOUBLE, Monday- DOUBLE, Tuesday(my usual day off), morning. And then my supposed day off, Wednesday… was Les Miserables…

I was a crying wreck at the end of that show. Nothing could stop the tears. The music was haunting, the voices were flawless, and I mouthed every word from my kick ass seat in the front row, dress circle. After I left, all I wanted to do was go get another ticket to see the next night’s performance. But, that is when I started to get that tickle in the back of my throat…

Thursday morning, I worked, and I gave up my night shift… one night off should be PLENTY. Friday morning, I woke up, sweating, but cold, my back feeling like someone used my back for batting practice. I shrugged it off. It was only one shift. So, when it cameto my GOOD shifts on Saturday, I could barely move. I was sweating and cold and clammy.

I had texted my friend Kim the night before. I was running a fever ever since Friday morning, and no amount of advil was breaking it.. in fact, it was rising. I freaked out, andher sister is a doctor. So, on Saturday when my throat felt it was closing on me, and I could barely straighten my back due to soreness, Kim dragged me over to my manager to get me sent home. He did just that, and I promised myself, I would be fine by my night shift. Not so. I could barely move. So, I was forced to take a DAY OFF. Liz doesn’t do DAYS OFF. Not with vacation around the corner. But, I did and on Sunday, I was REVIVED. It is amazing what a little sleep and relaxation could do.

Which.. I get a full ten days of that when I go to Florida next week. Can not  WAIT! ::sigh::..

Oh… Brian has been texting me lately. Odd… quite odd. Makes me think that the online convo I had with him months back was actually Candice, and not him talking to me, but I could be wrong. Don’t jump to conclusions- it’s meaningless texting. I, in a drunken stuper after Illini lost the game on April fourth, texted him apologizing that his alma mater had lost. He texted me back. Then, later in the week, I got a “GO CUBS GO!” text, I simply respond. It’s all good. Don’t want anything to happen with him, but it’s nice to talk to him again. I always wanted to be his friend. ANYWHO…

Tomorrow is my offical day off, and I’m relaxing 🙂 Sorry… I jus re-read my entry, and it’s TOTALLY boring. ::falls asleep on it:: Later all 🙂

**EDIT**

This is how I feel. I think I screwed up the vacation. Because I have tickets to see a John Malkovich play (It’s FREAKING JOHN MALKOVICH!) on Tuesday, we can’t get down to Florida fast enough to go on a cruise with Mike’s parents. It’s Mike’s stepdad’s vacation before he starts a new job. Eh… why me? I feel so bad 🙁

So, the picture… I just wanted to play the picture game like everyone else… kinda scary, eh? Yes… I’m Irish… my skin may blind you.