Almost done

5 more days, then the holiday. Hopefully I will well and truly have shaken the funk by then. I'm much better than I was on friday, and it was partly hormones. Fortunately I avoided the news on friday so I didn't have rage at humanity going on too. Since my weekend of avoid life has left me with a crap ton to do, hopefully I'll be through wallowing.

I skipped the holiday party on saturday, but went ahead yesterday and went to NYC to see a show with friends. Wow, started out majorly annoyed because no one had given me the exact address of the eatery and I apparently chose the wrong one to show up to. And then it was packed and full of frying food smell so I ended up sticking with my almond butter and bread because it made me nauseous (the smells, not my food). I did get a cute shirt at the Chelsea market. The show, The Heiress, was not what I expected and I really didn't enjoy it even w/ the Downton Abbey guy in it. Didn't care for the acting, the whole thing was too slow, and it was 100% predictable. One of the leads, David Straithairn, got sick during the second act and so the show was delayed a bit and the understudy took over. And then on the train back I ended up sitting next to a guy that REEKED of alcohol. Sigh.

Yeah, I would have rather stayed home.

Grass is always greener

Ha ha. Who'd a thunk that I'd miss the days of sinus migraine reactions? This whole mimic asthma/choking on congestion things my lungs have going in response to corny things in air is getting to be really not cool. Fine on Sunday through all those restaurants and the mall etc, but came back to work on Monday with the new "foam ceiling soundproofing insulation" in the offices on our side of the buidling, and after 4 hours, I felt like I had sudden onset SARS or something with how much crap was in my lungs and the coughing fits.

And to top it off, I think I pulled a muscle in my chest from the coughing. So now I'm not coughing but my chest still hurts.

Needless to say, I'm WFH tomorrow. I'll probably go back in on Wed afternoon to drop off my insurance forms and have my PDR appointment.

I really hate my life as a canary.