How so? I got a virus that took my DOWN.
Sunday morning we woke up, and Rich thought he had food poisoning. I did my best to take care of him, but I didn't understand why his entire body hurt and why he had the chills for just food poisoning. Also, we had eaten *almost* the same thing the night before so I just assumed my stomach was made of steel. Or just so use to eating so many M&M's and Dr. Pepper that clearly it could handle anything.
By Sunday night he was able to eat a few french fries and by Monday morning he was able to get up and go to work, sluggish, but he was able to go.
I woke up Monday morning and just felt a bit ... off. Not terrible, not great, but not good enough to go to work. This is when I began to question, was it food poisoning he had? By Monday afternoon I felt fine.
Then it happened. Tuesday morning I learned that it wasn't food poisoning. He had a virus and he had given it to me.
Tuesday was not the best day. You can imagine what a virus does to your body. However, this might be a very low point but not the worst part of the week. Or why there is a dark side to home ownership.
Wednesday was better, but still not the best because, well, I still wasn't hungry and the worst part is that after ALL OF THAT ON TUESDAY ...
I. DID. NOT. LOSE. ONE. POUND.
Do you know how infuriating that is? The only positive part about Tuesday was that maybe I could drop a few lbs to get that summer body started. Nope.
Fine. On Wednesday I rested and tried to eat some cold chicken strips and Gatorade. Again, not the worst part of the week.
Thursday morning I woke up and feeling OK, but I knew I had to get it together because I had an important task to do at work at 8 a.m. Throughout the day I actually start to feel better. I even ate half of a sandwich!
Still haven't lost ONE pound though.
Thursday afternoon I left work around 4 p.m. to come home. This home that if you've paid any attention to has been exciting, dramatic, and emotional since the beginning.
Why did I come home at 4 p.m.? Well, I had a meeting with a yard guy to get a quote on what it would cost to clean up the jungle that has suddenly appeared outside. This jungle was not around last year when we looked at the house, or when we bought the house or any photos of the house. This jungle of the backyard has just appeared.
We walk around and discuss the things that need to be removed, or cleaned up. Then he asks me, "What number did you have in mind?"
Honestly, I was thinking $500-$700? All I had asked for was cleanup. No mulch. No new plants. No flowers. Just a pure cleanup and removal.
He typed on his phone a bit to add a few numbers.
Suddenly, the virus didn't seem like such a bad moment than thinking about spending $1,200 ON WEEDS.
So, clearly, I told him I needed to talk to the man of the house because I didn't know what to say.
So there we have it. A virus and a quote for $1,200 to pull up some weeds.
How was your week?