Friday, January 2
And That's When I Knew I Was Sick
It's ten am on new years' day. Upon waking to a brick sensation where my face sensation used to be, I make my weary way to my dad's sorry excuse for a bathroom, seeking a shower. Oh, the indescribable joy of knowing you are soon to be embark in a hot, hot shower after weeks of deprivation! It is a feeling akin to that of Christmas morning on your birthday at the onset of a paid 2 year hiatus (you're welcome for the shout out, Chrysler!). Ack, there's no shower cap around! Ok, I run to the kitchen and make do, creating a plastic shopping bag hat on my return to dad's sorry bathroom. With my hair snugly encased in protective Shop Rite plastic, I jump in to the shower stall in one graceful swoop and stand with my eager face posed beneath the flowing stream of hot, hot water. The bliss of full steam encapsulisation now mere moments away -- it occurs to me that something... is not right. Something ....is obstructing ...my vision. If I were a cartoon or a comic, a large "!?" (or possibly a "!?!") would be appearing in a bubble over the Shop Rite emblem on my head. It took five. Full. Seconds. for me to register that I had left my glasses on.
And that's when I knew I was sick.