Distraction

Well, I have successfully kept down a few ounces of Coke and haven't barfed in a couple of hours and I am so sick of laying in bed ... can't do it - even if I do have to go throw up - it will at least break up the monotony.

I can't believe that just moving some furniture could set me up with a head cold, fever and chills, flu-like symptoms, serious aches and pains ... OK, I can believe it - I have been living with it for 17 years and knew I was going to be in trouble, but what are you going to do?

Everything seems to be going swimmingly and that is what matters ...

We had to get a bit creative since I really couldn't carry his freakishly huge love seat very far. I figured out that the feet came off and it fit in the kitchen on its side with maybe a few centimetres to spare - and this with a bunch of twisting and grunting on our parts! We sort of played Twister but holding heavy furniture while we were doing it. Not a game I recommend.

We decided we wanted to grab some water before we filled up the front of the fridge with all his floor lamps and vacuum - and I just wanted to show Ryan's bum:

Every time we fit something in some impossible place, Ryan shouted out "Jenga!" which he explained was a game where you pull blocks out and try not to let the tower tumble - sort of seemed a logical thing to shout out when you are crazy and exhausted, so ... what the hell.

The kitchen (not entirely filled as of this photo, but was too exhausted and didn't really care anymore when I had finished):

His dresser, wooden TV trays, and various an sundry items fit in the bathroom and his bed mattress and base fit EXACTLY (and, oh, I mean exactly) in his storage shed. So we had everything off the carpet Tuesday night and then went to live fake lives in their model home.

The management had let us stay there once before, I can't remember why - but you know - model home - fake fruit, fake TV, thus nothing to do but pretend to live ... was incredibly boring and I was sick so I just laid in the fake bed and moaned most of the day (the moaning was pretty real ...).

They actually finished installing the carpet and pad at about 4:00pm Wednesday and his apartment smells FANTASTIC!!! No more dog pee smell. You have no idea - I could smell it in my sleep and was starting to detest his apartment and it really, really is adorable. Man - gated community, 3 swimming pools, fitness center and we get the one apartment from hell!

Then came moving all the furniture back out again and every time we started with something we looked at each other and said "How in the HELL did we get that there?" There is a wall out from the kitchen about 3' away so everything needed to twist and turn a corner. Fun, Fun, Fun and Twister backwards is just as un-fun as it is forwards.

I collapsed in the middle and Ryan thought I was stroking out - but told him I was just resting (I was really praying I would just die so I wouldn't have to move his bed ...).

Finished up and Ryan made me go lay down, but I wanted to get home - I was desperate to get home. No more sleeping in model homes for me - I WANTED MY BED!!! Even though the house was empty - I was just desperate to get there.

Headed out with a wee bit of a lead foot. Was toodling along and it was getting dark, which is a problem for us out there breaking the law by speeding (you can't see the Trooper cars) and all of a sudden lights turned on on the side of the road and a Highway patrol car pulled out. I slowed down and courteously got over so he could go get the guy I was following but I am NEVER that lucky - he got right behind me and made his intentions VERY CLEAR. Damn, there was that one second when I was getting over that I thought - he will keep going and get the guy in front of me - but - alas ... nay ... and I deserved it.

So - paying a fine and Defensive Driving are in my future. I have never been able to talk a policeman out of a ticket - I need to take lessons from Alisha. I was just very happy that I didn't pass out in front of him since I was really, really ill by this time (I didn't want to wait until morning since I knew I would be worse - which I was ... but in my own bed). I am pretty sure he would have ticketed me for something had I passed out in front of him - or shot me since it probably would have scared the shit out of him - who knows - by that time I really didn't care all that much ...

So - home but here for a few days. I think with the chills and sweats and the head cold that I am contagious and don't want to spread the joy. I know I should be in bed, but I have been there for 2 solid days and I am actually, sort of starting to detest it ...