Michigan sucks.

 This week officially blows.  I’ve tried to put on a good face.  I’ve tried to find the silver lining in the black clouds, but its really not there.  About the closest I got was the Yankee game last night…  Was it really just last night?

Sunday night I started feeling crappy.  I got home from church with the intent on doing a paper, two assignments, cleaning the apartment and doing grocery shopping.  I did the shopping and then promptly went to bed.  I was just exhausted and worn down.  Bed felt so good.  I woke up around 5:30 and tried to work, but didn’t get much accomplished.  I actually felt worse than when I went to bed.  Sometime during Sunday night I woke up really hot and sweaty.  Sure enough, temperature of 101.  I took some Tylenol, wiped myself down with a cool cloth and went back to bed.  Monday morning the temperature was up to 101.9.  I gave in and emailed my profs.  With flu season, I didn’t feel like sharing whatever it was I had picked up and I was in no physical state to endure a 12 hour day.  I slept most of the day, switching between my bed and the lawn chair in my living room.  Why a lawn chair?  Because I have no couch.  I draped a comforter over the chair and made a makeshift ottoman out of a tupperware box.  Sleeping in my bed became uncomfortable, so I went and sat in the lawn chair until that became too uncomfortable.  Tuesday morning the temperature was down to 99, but I had a pounding sinus headache.  Took medicine, emailed profs and went back to bed.  Except I could no longer sleep due to the pounding in my eye, nose and over all sinuses.  Lovely.  I gave up orch for the evening and tried to find relief.  Hot shower, doubled up on meds but nothing seemed to relieve the pain.  The most annoying part was that my nose wasn’t runny.  There was no relief from the pain and pressure.  By 9pm I couldn’t eat or drink or really even walk.  I called my mother crying because I didn’t even know where to go or what to do anymore.  Mom helped me find a walk-in clinic, but it was a 20 minute drive.

This is horrible thing to say, but my years of driving back from the White Inn way over the legal limit actually seemed to come in handy.  I was able to drive myself to the clinic and talk clearly enough to get checked in.  The only good part of all this was the TV in the waiting room.  It was showing the Yankees pummel the Angels.  Saw some really good baseball and some really bad ump calls.  But it was amusing enough.  And reminded me how much I miss watching baseball.  But it helped distract me from the pain.  A little.  The doc swapped my nose, scrapping my frontal lobe in the process and told me I didn’t have the flu – either one.  That was excellent relief.  But he was pretty sure I had a bacterial infection, or the start of one.  Gave me a script and suggested nasal spray, which I detest with the heat of a thousand suns.  I made a late night trip to the local store and got some Gatorade mix, food and the spray.  The antibiotics would have to wait until the next morning when pharmacies were open.  The nasal spray did help, once I got home, but I was completely unable to sleep.  Sick of my bed, I transfered to my air mattress in my living room.  I stole wireless from neighbors and vegged out on hulu for the night.  Finally around 7 in the morning I was able to get drift off for a bit.  Only to be awoken at 7:30 to my neighbor knocking on the door.

Someone had smashed my driver side back seat window and taken a leather bag out of the backseat.  I’m assuming they thought it held a laptop (it was one of those bags) but it actually held my organ music and shoes.  Big deal, right?  Music and shoes.  Except this music is special music, specifically needed to my organ lessons.  Costing $50.  And the shoes?  Again, specially made and another $50.  I’m also pretty sure there was some piano music in there, but I really don’t know what it was.  I can’t remember.  But I think it was my favorite Christmas music piano book.  And right – the window was completely smashed.  Did I mention it was raining too?

Called the cops, and sat outside crying on the phone with my mother.  Police report but I highly doubt I’ll get the bag back.  Even if I do, I bet the shoes will be ruined.  And if they pulled the music out of the bag, it will be ruined in this rain as well.  If I hadn’t been sick and out of school for two days, I would be home right now in bed.  Instead, I’m at school like a good little girl, though I called out of work.  Instead of getting to school early to practice organ and see some of my friends, I spent the morning picking some of the glass out of my window, filling out an incident report at my landlords and then taping up my window in the Walgreens parking lot.  Cause I didn’t have tape or a plastic bag strong enough to make a difference.  I don’t really care about anything left in my car.  The things they didn’t take I took out and put in my truck or apartment.  But the rain will ruin my car and I didn’t want to deal with it.  So its taped up.  I called out of work so I can spend the afternoon figuring out if my insurance covers glass and then trying to find a place to repair the window.  Not to mention I still feel like shit.

My cousin didn’t make the college basketball team, so he’s echoing my sediments of Michigan sucking much.  its nice to have company.  My apartment is a disaster area due to being sick and not doing laundry or anything important over the weekend.  And they are doing inspections this week.  I have no idea when they’ll be showing up, but there’s nothing I can do about it right now.

Seriously, I hate Michigan this week.  I know that I could (and have) gotten sick in NY or anywhere else.  And my car could have been broken into in any other place.  But it didn’t happen any other place.  It happened here.  I’m behind on my organ practicing from being lazy and then sick.  Now I’ll be even further behind since I have to reorder the book and shoes.  I can’t practice until the book comes, but I could start practicing once the shoes come.

I’m in such a bad mood and I don’t want to talk about it anymore.  I’m pissed and annoyed and I’m sick of being someplace where I don’t feel like I belong or fit in.  I hate hate HATE the fact that I missed Monday’s small group.  I really love those guys and I didn’t want to miss that.  Its been two weeks in a row now and I feel like an asshole.  I know I can’t help being sick, but it still pisses me off.  Not to mention all this makes my mood swing out of whack slightly.  I don’t want to talk to the counselor here.  I want to talk to Jenny.  She gets the whole picture.  She understands how everything effects me and helps me really deal with it all.  I’m sick of being around people who don’t know me and are trying to cheer me up.  Its not that I want to be miserable or angry, but seriously.  I need to benow.  Aww crap.  I just remembered I’m supposed to clean the pantry this week too.  Just lovely.

And now I have to pay attention in class.  Great.  Smile.  Pretend everything is fine.  **Sigh** It is what I do.