Rock Bottom

Rock Bottom

Like Courtney Love, I have hit rock bottom. At least my body has, I think.

All day long at work Wednesday, I thought I was going to fall asleep at my desk. In fact, I had to close my eyes a couple of times for a few minutes. I was so freaking tired. I left work early, drove home and laid on the couch. I fell asleep. No, I passed out for two hours. I never nap--I try but I can never do it. So this was monumental.

I woke up from my nap with a sore throat and feeling kind of icky. I watched a little TV and went to bed. I woke up several times throughout the night because my throat hurt so bad. It was like knives stabbing the inside of my throat. Swallowing my own spit was a painful experience.

I finally got out of bed at 6am and popped some Tylenol--OUCH!! Water and pills!

I stayed home from work and called the doctor. I dragged myself to his office--he said it could be strep, mono, exhaustion or who knows what. So, he swabbed my throat and drew some blood. He gave me some antibiotics to kill whatever fungus or bacteria is inside me. I'll find out what the deal is next week.

I went back home, took a nap and then drove to Central Phoenix and interviewed someone for Echo. Came back and laid on the couch some more.

Friday was the same routine. I went into the office, drove to Tempe and interviewed someone, then came home and napped. Then I went back into the office and tried to get some shit done. Saturday, I had to go to a photo shoot for our cover. Afterwards, I interviewed someone and then came home. I got home by noon.

For 12 straight hours I laid on the couch and watched horror movies and napped. My cats were in heaven. They love sleeping with their daddy. The movie day/night was awesome. IFC was running some old school flicks--Friday the 13th (starring Kevin Bacon), April Fool's Day (with Deborah Foreman of Valley Girl fame), Slumber Party Massacre, etc. Now, these are killer (pun intended) movies. They were all made in the 1980s and it's interesting to compare them to today's movies. Although the actors aren't butt ugly, they're not all super models. The guy don't have bodies like Arnold and the girls aren't Kate Moss-thin. They look like real people. Plus, the movies show T&A and gratuitous sex scenes. I miss that in movies. Today it's all violence but no T&A.

When I woke up this morning I felt 90% better. My sore throat left me by Friday afternoon, and my fever is gone but I still feel sleepy. I'm good for a few hours and then I need to rest.

Today I had an interview in the morning and then I cleaned, ran over to Neil's house to drop off his edited book, cleaned the fish tank and then watched more TV.

I think I may have just gotten burned out. Since May I've been involved in three sporting leagues, two jobs and a lot of freelance work. Plus, for two months I was trying to maintain a relationship with Mr. X. So, I worked 7 days a week, plus I worked out or had sports 7 days a week.

Basically, I ran myself into the ground. I'm gonna have to slow down. I've cut out two of my sports leagues. So now I'm just doing rugby. But I'll probably pick up tennis at the end of the month. I'm gonna have to cut my part time job to just one day a week. I need a full weekend of "me time."

Oh! The best part of this weekend (besides the horror flicks) was my Friday night date with Mr. AA. Mr. AA is now referred to as Jason Adonis. Why? DanJeff, thinks I should name all of my dates after porn stars and Jason is my wallpaper right now. Anywho, on Thursday I told him that I wasn't feeling well and asked if he wanted to postpone. But he said he was really looking forward to seeing me again, so I said ok (it's nice to feel wanted). I met Jason at Plazma for some beers. I didn't really drink because I was on antibiotics. We talked for a couple of hours and played some darts and pool.

He did the sweetest thing. He was drinking Bud Light. I told him he needed to stop drinking Bud products because John McCain just endorsed the CAP amendment. And Cindy McCain is the chairman of Hensley--a distributor of Bud and other alcoholic beverages. So, when he went to get another beer for himself, he came back with a Miller Lite and said, "That's for you." Isn't that cute?

At the end of the evening, he said he wanted to kiss me but I told him no because I might have mono or strep. He said he didn't care. So... that's all I needed to hear. We made out hot and heavy (sorry Buddy if you're reading this) in the parking lot (sooooo classy--right next to a dumpster), until someone from the apartment complex next to the bar screamed out, "There's children over here!"

I laughed my ass off. We took it as a sign to call it a night.