Rewind to Wednesday, last week.
Funny, I thought, waking up late on a weekday. I had booked the day off, and I didn't need to be in town till 10:45. I took my time to have breakfast, chose my clothes carefully, applied an adequate amount of eye makeup (OK fine...and quite a dose of concealer for that boulder that decided to show up on my chin overnight), and caught the bus into town with my dad.
"Nothing to lose" I kept telling myself. "I've got nothing to lose." So I walked into the Heritage office wearing my best smile....
The following morning I woke up as usual, packed my lunch, and got to work at 6am. My work day was pretty short that day. At 11 o'clock on the dot, I picked my bag, said bye to everyone and drove home. My parents were ready, and in less than half an hour I was at the airport. Two flights and a nail later, I was in sunny Venice, with its gondolas, canals, and lovely Italian vibe. I should have eaten a little earlier that evening because at night I was restless, thoughts flitting through my head, and no comfortable sleeping position to be found. The late dinner may have had nothing to do with it at all; in fact, it was probably just nerves in anticipation for Friday. I just said to myself "Nothing to lose; remember, you've got nothing to lose. Just enjoy it and make the most of it." Had I known what I was to face the next day, I would have probably popped a tranquilizer or something, to calm my nerves if nothing else.
Fast forward
Saturday morning was hectic - I was on autopilot and I honestly don't remember much of the two flights back home. I just know I was exhausted and had a bad migraine, so I went to bed as soon as I got home.
The next two days are just a haze....between pain killers, cold cloths on my forehead, and brief snippets of the previous few days replaying over and over, in no logical order, in my head. Good job Monday was a holiday here. There was no way I could have gone to work in that delusional semi-conscious state.
This morning I woke up feeling pretty energized, got to work at 6, and had a relatively normal day. Looking back at the me one week ago, I just think "Heh....you just don't know what's about to hit you, girl!"
Funny, I thought, waking up late on a weekday. I had booked the day off, and I didn't need to be in town till 10:45. I took my time to have breakfast, chose my clothes carefully, applied an adequate amount of eye makeup (OK fine...and quite a dose of concealer for that boulder that decided to show up on my chin overnight), and caught the bus into town with my dad.
"Nothing to lose" I kept telling myself. "I've got nothing to lose." So I walked into the Heritage office wearing my best smile....
The following morning I woke up as usual, packed my lunch, and got to work at 6am. My work day was pretty short that day. At 11 o'clock on the dot, I picked my bag, said bye to everyone and drove home. My parents were ready, and in less than half an hour I was at the airport. Two flights and a nail later, I was in sunny Venice, with its gondolas, canals, and lovely Italian vibe. I should have eaten a little earlier that evening because at night I was restless, thoughts flitting through my head, and no comfortable sleeping position to be found. The late dinner may have had nothing to do with it at all; in fact, it was probably just nerves in anticipation for Friday. I just said to myself "Nothing to lose; remember, you've got nothing to lose. Just enjoy it and make the most of it." Had I known what I was to face the next day, I would have probably popped a tranquilizer or something, to calm my nerves if nothing else.
Fast forward
Saturday morning was hectic - I was on autopilot and I honestly don't remember much of the two flights back home. I just know I was exhausted and had a bad migraine, so I went to bed as soon as I got home.
The next two days are just a haze....between pain killers, cold cloths on my forehead, and brief snippets of the previous few days replaying over and over, in no logical order, in my head. Good job Monday was a holiday here. There was no way I could have gone to work in that delusional semi-conscious state.
This morning I woke up feeling pretty energized, got to work at 6, and had a relatively normal day. Looking back at the me one week ago, I just think "Heh....you just don't know what's about to hit you, girl!"
....or was it a dream?!
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