05 | April | 2013 | Paroxysm of Giggles / Critical Mass

Irony. Sometimes it smacks you in the face. At least it does to me. Just after leaving Gallup Park, I texted a friend and asked (to her and to myself) what other adventure I might run into on my way home.

Well, ask and ye shall receive, right?

So, apparently the virus that I caught wasn’t some simple cold virus, but Ebola or some other hemorrhagic, because as I was driving on the expressway, I started bleeding everywhere. Of course, I didn’t have any Kleenex or napkins in the car. Of course not. Soon all of me is covered in blood and I look like Carrie after the prom.

I figure that I will stop by OLGC and clean up there. I’m not certain that they are open, though, because it’s Easter Week, and they usually take this week off. When I get there, tons of cars are in the parking lot and a lacrosse game is being played on the field. Surely, the church building would be open, right?

I get out of the car and, taking only my keys, walk to the door. I’m trying to be inconspicuous, because all these kids are here and my face, hand, arm — all covered in blood. They don’t need to see that. But the church is locked. Great. Now what?

I try to think of some place on the property that is relatively secluded, so that I can clean up without drawing notice. As I was driving back to the front of the property, I choose behind the garden of Gethsemane, where there’s a bunch of trees and brush on this big island in the parking lot.

Luckily, I had brought my water bottle with me from work and it was nearly full. I had anticipated walking around Gallup Park for a while and being thirsty.

Which brings me to kneeling behind the garden of Gethsemane, using water from my water bottle to try and frantically scrub all the blood off me. So I can look normal again and not like someone from either Rescue-911 or America’s Most Wanted. [Okay, what is it with me and all the pop culture references today?]

And then, I noticed something.

If the church hadn’t been locked, and I hadn’t been kneeling behind the garden of Gethsemane, I might have missed these:

Cute purple spring crocuses! How pretty!

— 1 —

First off… I haven’t actually taken any authentic “sizzurp.” If you don’t know what sizzurp is, don’t bother looking it up. You don’t need to know. 🙂 It’s some sort of random stuff including cough syrup that people throw together in order to get high. The reason that this is the Sizzurp Edition, is because I got a cold and bought some Nyquil yesterday. Typically, Nyquil does not make me sleepy or anything, so I take it during the daytime, too.

I took my cough syrup as I was heading out the door to work, hoping that it’s “6 hour” time frame would last for the majority of the work day. Then, I stopped at Caribou for a bit of espresso-based goodness. Shortly after getting to work, I started to feel … odd. Dizzy, lightheaded, couldn’t think too well. I had been listening to “Like a G6” in the car on the drive in, so I couldn’t help but thinking that the combination of my espresso and my cough syrup in my tummy had some sort of weird effect.

— 2 —

Alas, all good things must come to an end, and I am starting to feel normal again. It is Payday Friday, so our group at work has decided to order out from Applebee’s today. I *did* bring my lunch, but appetizers sounded better to me, so I will be munching on Chicken Wonton Tacos and such. Be jealous. 🙂

— 3 —

My best friend is on an airplane *as I type* heading to Hawaii for about 10 days. I remain here in Michigan. That’s all I have to say about that. 🙂

— 4 —

Okay, here is a picture of me when I was in Hawaii… So I guess I can’t be *that* jealous…. 🙂

— 5 —

This is one of the most ironic illnesses that I’ve had in a while. Why, you ask? Well, because I woke up Monday morning and felt great. I mean, amazingly well. I had energy and actually bounced out of bed. I felt so good that I texted my priest/friend about it (because I thought he deserved some good news after years of praying for me and my health). And then… by that evening… I got a sore throat and knew that a full-on cold was just a morning away.

I refuse to let this get me down, though! As much as I hate (and whine and complain about) colds! I will cling to the memory of that brief, perfect morning and hope that I may have another sometime in the future!

Enjoy your blessings, friends! For whatever duration God decides to bestow them upon you.

— 6 —

It is still cold outside, but it’s bright and sunny here today. So, I have hope that spring and warmth will eventually make it to my part of the world. And I cannot be happier about that! 🙂 I really want to go out and do some outdoorsy stuff. So, if you happen to have any plans of that nature, please invite me along! 🙂

— 7 —

I have only got a few hours left… Until the official start of the weekend. And I realize that I don’t have any plans. Okay. I *did* have plans to spend tomorrow with some friends, but the plague that I have caught seems to have scared them off. I don’t get it. Who wouldn’t want to have themselves and all of their 5 children infected with a cold virus? Alas, I am back to the drawing board. Suggestions welcome. And since a friend has posted that “resting” isn’t actually in a sick person’s best interest, I will try to avoid that as best as I can!

A joyous weekend to all!

God Bless!

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