Rip VanAverage Jane

Once upon a time, a woman fell asleep on a Friday afternoon and the next thing she knew, it was Monday night.

That's the way I feel after the weekend I've had. I had to leave work after just a few hours on Friday because I felt absolutely horrible. I made it through a conference call after I got home, then dealt with a brouhaha involving someone who was trying to use the name "Average Jane" for a group in Kansas City. After that, I had no energy left for anything but a hard sleep.

I woke up and made a doctor's appointment late in the afternoon. The nurse practitioner prescribed some antibiotics because my symptoms suggested a kidney infection. Once I got home, I installed myself in bed until late Saturday morning.

Somehow I made it through all of my obligations for the weekend, which included a birthday lunch with my aunt, a gig with my band, a volunteer shift taking care of the adoptable cats at Petco, and a hair appointment. I cannot even fathom how I managed to sing forty rock songs in front of a crowd as bad as I felt, but I give all the credit to Gatorade and the over-the-counter pharmaceutical industry. I couldn't tell if it was the stage lights or my fever that made me feel uncomfortably warm the whole time.

I slept for hours and hours and hours over the weekend. My appetite was shot, the fever lingered, and there was nothing in the world that I wanted to do other than lie down.

This morning, I actually thought I was feeling better when I woke up. I went upstairs to read my e-mail and check in to see what I'd missed on Twitter and Facebook. (I'm disappointed that I didn't catch any SXSWi chatter this year.) By the time I went downstairs to get ready for work less than a half hour later, I was wiped out. I tried to get dressed, but had to stop and lie down. I gave up and went back to sleep.

The nurse practitioner called in the afternoon and said I could stop taking the antibiotics because I didn't have a kidney infection after all. She said I probably had some kind of virus, which left me no recourse but to rest, drink lots of fluids, yadda, yadda, yadda. As if I hadn't spent the last three days doing exactly that.

Now I think I actually do feel better. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that I can make it through the workday tomorrow and the next day before I head to Waterloo, Iowa to speak at Creative Bloc. Wish me luck getting caught up.

Comments

[Amanda]

Know what you mean. Had some sort of crap last August, around the time school was starting for the kids. I would get up in the morning, get my oldest ready for school, Bob would take her. Then, on to the couch for some kids TV for my youngest that I could sleep to. Up to get him ready for school that started at noon, then, back to bed with cell phone alarm set to wake me in time to pick them both up. Back to bed at 8pm, with the kids. Ugh. Reactions to medicine included, it was a rough three weeks, and this entire school year has not gone smoothly, simply because I wasn't around for the first week of it. Hope you get to feeling better soon.

[logtar]

I would say drink plenty of fluids! But you already doing that :) feel better

[Erica M]

I love the trademark symbol on your blog title, heh. Feel better!

[LuAnn]

I hope you feel better and have a quality and productive time in Iowa.

[Spyder]

Rip scared me for a second. I thought RIP. Get well!