Friday Confessional-Taking a Sick Day from Partying

Ted: That’s why I have this list, so I never make the mistake of thinking I could still pull an all-nighter.
Marshall: I’m too old for that stuff.
Ted: Or eat an entire pizza in one sitting.
Marshall: I’m too old for that stuff.
Ted: Or hang posters on your wall without frames.
Marshall: Wait. Wait! I’m too old for that stuff. By the way, how good is Lethal Weapon? –How I Met Your Mother

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I confess…

That I’m a terrible, terrible friend. I flaked out on Tomboy and her boyfriend’s going away party. I lied and told Tahoe Couple and Tomboy that I was sick and couldn’t make it to the festivities. Me miss out on a party? Cue Gasp!

I confess…

That I’m not really sick. I’m just sick of partying. This summer has felt like one big drunk fest and I just didn’t have another party in me. Plus this wasn’t just a party, this was going to be two nights in Santa Cruz,  where there would be tons of repetitive drinking games, lots of bad tasting cheap beer, and inevitably me sleeping  on an uncomfortable couch.

I confess…

In the words of Murtagh, I’m too old for that shit. Every once in awhile sleeping on a couch (or maybe passing out on the dog bed) is all fine and dandy. But I’m not in college anymore. When I party with friends, I would like to be able to sleep in a comfortable guest bed, or get a DD to drive me home to sleep in my own bed. I am also pretty over these parties with the same drinking games over and over again. I love our group, but just once could we have a party where we all just hang out and talk? Or maybe play a game like taboo or something, where drinking just happens naturally, instead of as a part of the game?

I confess…

That I’m also semi-dreading Geeky’s bachelorette next weekend. I know it will be fun, but it is another night where drinking will be #1 on the menu. At least she changed the venue and instead of a weekend in Tahoe, now it’s just one night at a country bar. It’s a place I’ve never been and I’ve heard it’s a blast. We’re also going in style, renting a limo, drinking champagne, the works. And Geeky has a really comfy guestroom and breakfast planned for the next day. On second thought, maybe I’m not dreading it so much. 😉

I confess…

That I’m getting to that age where I’m ready for a different kind of party. I love hanging out with Sassy Couple and their friends, dancing with the kids and singing karaoke with Sassy’s little girl. We sip on some wine, maybe play some lawn bean bags, and cuddle their babies. It’s a very mellow kind of partying.

I confess…

That I will miss Tomboy and her man. Hopefully Match and I can make a trip up to Oregon to visit them. I think we’d have a lot more fun hanging out with just the two of them. I think they’re kind of over the wild partying too, but feel obligated to the rest of the group to throw one last big party.

I confess…

That even though I can be the life of the party, I’m definitely a homebody at heart. I can’t wait to curl up on the couch tonight in my pj-jays, with a glass of wine, a dvd and maybe some chocolate chips and strawberries. Sounds like the perfect remedy for my “sickness” to me.

Sick Days are Boring

Jude: Jen, it’s your duty to take the day off of work. No… it’s your destiny!
Wyatt: Destiny?
Nikki: He’s on a roll.
Jude: Calling in sick is, like, a necessary part of the evolutionary process.
Jen: What are you talking about?
Jude: Where would the human race be without the sick day? We’d still be living in trees eating bananas… and fish… and things. We’re humans because millions of years ago, some ape took a day off and invented tools. That ape decided “I’m not going into the tree today. I’m going to go build a small car out of rocks or teach a cow to give me some milk.” Next thing you know, we’re golfing on the moon! Which further illustrates my point, because, like, even at the point where the astronauts were pulling this mad historical move, they recognized the opportunity for goofing off. It’s like “one small step for man… dude, let’s spin a few donuts in my moon buggy!” The sick day isn’t just a fun thing to do, it’s a fundamental right of every man, woman and child! –6teen

So the doctor didn’t know what was causing the rash, but she insists that it’s something I’m using. Lotion, new shampoo, detergent, or the like. I think I may have finally figured out the cause. I bought a new shampoo that was supposed to bring out my blonde highlights, and I treated my hair with it while I took a bath. I rinsed my hands off in the bathwater, and then I shaved my legs and arms (yes I shave my arms, I know it’s weird). So my guess is my pores were opened from shaving and the chemicals from the shampoo got into my skin. I read the bottle and it said may cause rashes. ACK!

The doctor prescribed me prednisone for my rash and had pictures taken to send to dermatology. The prednisone is supposed to be really effective but it has some gnarly side effects: moodiness, anxiousness, increased heart rate, sleeplessness, and it’s also an immuno-suppressant. So that means I’m at a higher risk of getting an infection or getting sick. I’m also really sensitive to medications and I wasn’t sure how I’d react to this stuff, so I’ve taken a sick day.

Normally I’d be so excited to not work. All this free time to cross things off my to do list. Unfortunately the rash makes me pretty uncomfortable so I can’t exercise or do anything too strenuous. The doctor also warned against over exertion because of the medication. The good news is it doesn’t hurt to blog and read blogs. 🙂 Maybe I’ll also practice some new dog training techniques on Monkey, teach him some new tricks. I think I’ll also take advantage of my free time by learning some of those police 10 codes and attempt to iron some of Match’s work shirts.

What do you do when you’re out sick? Do you get bored?