Spring Break 2010: Wrap-Up And Review

I don't ask much of my vacation time.  I'm not the sort who heads out on exotic trips or even not-so-exotic trips.  I mostly like puttering about the manse doing all the stuff that I can't quite seem to do during the work times.  I may do a little visiting or shopping.  I might take a day trip or two.  It's all pretty mundane, I guess.  But that's what I like.

My plans for this year's spring break were right along those lines.  I had a somewhat "optimistic" list of things I wanted to tackle.  I generally over-plan, knowing full well I won't get to it all.  I don't mind.  Even if I get to half of it, it's more than I get done most of the time.  My list for this week was long, but here are some of the items contained therein:

*Clean out kitchen cupboards
*Finish spinning that stuff on the wheel
*Finish that second sock that's been lying around since Christmas
*Go to Chicks With Sticks and knit amongst the beautiful people
*Start putting together the Infamous Index Cards Of Summer Organization
*Clean the carpets
*Get up early and watch others go to work but not laugh because that would be wrong

There was more, but you get the idea.  I was looking forward to it.  I figured I could do most of it and still have time for a nap.  Things didn't work out as planned.  I did little during the first weekend since I had a whole week of glorious domestic bliss ahead of me.  On Monday morning, I cleaned half a cupboard then found myself suddenly exhausted beyond all reason.  From Monday night through Friday, I accomplished the following:

*Lay on the couch
*Made low moaning sounds
*Made low keening sounds
*Finally figured out where all the weird moaning and keening noises were coming from
*Shivered uncontrollably
*Discovered the joys of a liquid diet

It was Thursday before I even felt well enough to get in the car to drive to the doctor.  I stumbled in with a pathetic demeanor and a fever of 102 degrees.  There, I was declared "officially sick" and gifted with a prescription for antibiotics.  I was too sick to go get them, though.  That had to wait until Friday morning when there was a short break in the Fever Festivities.  Once I managed to get a pill or two into my system, things began to look up.

Now it is Saturday.  The fever officially broke on Friday afternoon and has yet to come back for an encore.  While I'm grateful for that, I surely do wish it thought to take the sore throat with it.  Maybe it's just that I'm only now getting around to notice it since I'm not wrestling with the chills and body aches, but it's a doozy.  My throat feels almost swollen.  At first, I worried that I was reacting to the antibiotics.  Then I recalled the doc saying things in there were a little inflamed.  SIL Sheep reminded me that she had something similar a while back and I'm guessing I've managed to pick up a version of it.

She also cheerfully informed me that I could probably expect rampant laryngitis for several weeks but that I could use my new voice to earn extra income as a Naughty 1-900 Number Girl.  That might help pay for the extra Popsicles and ice cream, I guess...

This is one of those school vacation weeks best left in the past.  I don't even think I want it as a memory, but I'm not positive of that yet.  I may need the Pity Points on Monday when I go back to school.  I know that the rotten children (who made me sick in the first place) won't be too sympathetic.  However, I think I can score a few "poor you's" and sad cooing from the secretaries.  They like me.  I could use a good coo right about now.

And some ice cream.  With chocolate sauce.

SA