The last ten days have been a whirlwind of chaos ending with me being VERY sick. I reached a fever of 104, but still couldn’t miss any work due to some dicey construction commitments.
I would O.D. on cough syrup, sit in a corner and just do what needed t be done and say what needed to be said.
When in a conflict, construction professionals do not want to speak with “fill ins.”
I survived the week with some pulled muscles in my rib cages, due to keeping myself from having couching spells during these meetings.
The week ended with someone minor league hockey…without a single fight…
…and my usual six games of reffing basketball. That was about enough to take me over the edge . I just ran out of gas.
But, I had shut down the downstairs bathroom in the house on Monday due to a leak and I had to make that repair today or be forever damned to the couch.
At 4pm today, I collapsed on that same couch.
Four hours later, I feel pretty good.
My life + sickness = no funny at all.