My New Year's celebration did not go as anticipate, but I had fun nonetheless. On Sunday, I woke up not feeling too well, but I figured the feeling would shake itself off, so I went on with my regular routine and got ready for work. At work, I started to feel worse, and I was about to ask my boss if I could go home sooner rather than later, but my assistant manager noticed I wasn't myself and talked to my boss for me and then I was sent home. Before I left, my assistant manager offered to cover my shift the next day if I still So I came home, took some meds, and slept for a good 6 hours. I really hoped that, whatever was ailing me, was simply a 24-hour bug, that I could work fine the next day, and I could go to the last party ever at Cori's old house. So I woke up about seven in the evening FEELING WORSE. I felt so weak I felt I couldn't get out of bed, and I only made it as far as my parents room. I was freezing cold then boiling hot. I was writhing in pain and I barely made it to the bathroom to throw up. I had a temp of 101.1, so I called my assistant manager about nine and she said she'd cover a part of my shift, but she'll call me around 1 and see if I'm feeling well enough then to work the rest of my shift, because she didn't want me to lose my holiday pay. I don't remember when I went to sleep, but I remember staying in my parents' bed, and waking up several times throughout the night because I was too hot or thirsty, and the times I woke up thirsty I just sat there for a while, because I couldn't go downstairs to get water. One time, I did get the strength to sit up and drink the rest of my vitamin water.
My mom and I woke up about the same time and I was still really hot and I had a headache. I took some Tylenol and retreated to the couch, and my dad covered me with a blanket when I protested I was too hot. When I wasn't sleeping, I was drinking some kind of fluid. I finally sent out some texts saying I couldn't make the party, and my boss called about 12:30 to see how I was doing. I said not too well, and she said it wasn't busy anyway. Mid afternoon I started feeling better, and my parents said I didn't feel as hot. I couldn't take my temp because I had been drinking cold drinks all day, but I was up and walking and the only thing that hurt was my throat. I tried to convince my parents I was well enough to go to the party, but they said I was probably just drugged on Tylenol. Annette, Brad, and Chris came over and we did our Christmas with them. My mom got Annette the Friends trivia game, which we played once we figured out the damn rules. We did teams, my dad with my sister, Annette with Brad, and myself with my mother, and my mom and I won! At that point, John had gotten off work and he came over, and we played Trivial Pursuit, with the teams this time being Kaitlyn and John, my dad and my brother, Brad and Annette again and my mom and I again. We had Dick Clark in the background and we stopped playing a good minute before the ball was to drop. We got disinterested in the game and we carried on with our regular New Year traditions. The adults drank champagne and us not yet 21 drank sparkling cider. Normally I love cider but the carbonation was wayyyy too much for my throat. Annette, Brad, Chris and my parents went to play poker at Elisha and Jude's, while my brother played games, my sister and John tried to find a place for John to spend the night, and I went to bed about 1:30.
I woke up today at 11 and the only thing that hurt was my throat. I'm really hoping this is the last day of sitting on the couch, drinking water and eating Saltines. The only plus side to being sick is losing weight, and I've lost seven pounds, so huzzah?? Not sure if it's worth feeling like crap though.
So New Year's ended up being pretty low-key, and I'm still bummed I missed Cheryl's last party, but I hadn't spent it with Brad and Annette for quite some years, and it's nice to spend it with people who have always been there. I mentioned I was going to be 20 this year and Kaitlyn and Chris both said they'll be 18 and done with high school, and Brad said it will be sad when us "kids" are grown up and out of the house, which he already got a taste of,
and it is definitely strange. It's hard to say you'll make new memories when your old ones are so nice.
I have some goals I'd like to accomplish by my birthday, but if I don't reach them by then I will be okay with myself.
I hope everybody had a great celebration, and I hope everyone looks forward to a better new year.