For the past week I have been sick and not the good kind of sick either. Last Thursday I started to feel under the weather, but nothing to awful. Friday was rough, but manageable. By Saturday I wanted to crawl into a hole and sleep for, like, ever. Of course, that was not going to happen.
Saturday was our first EMT Practical class and missing is a big no-no. My instructor scares me a little. Ok, not really, but she made it crystal clear that it was beyond wise to show up. I did with my head cold and some yummy homemade cinnamon rolls for the class. Those were a BIG hit. I had offered to make the 40 roll batch prior to getting sick, but I am a woman of my word, so I did not show up empty handed.
Class was awesome. Love this stuff and it is coming together inside my head nicely. We were scheduled to be there from 9-5, but some of the instructors didn’t show up, so we left at about 3:30 which gave us enough time to head home, change and get ready to meet our friends at the pumpkin patch.
This is an annual thing for our two families and even though I didn’t feel great, I refused to miss-out. I think traditions are important. I am not tied to them and yes things come up, but in a busy world where it is all to easy to let relationships fall to the way side, I pay extra attention to keeping those that matter to me front and center. Seems like if we miss one it becomes less and less a priority and next thing I know, our annual trip is no more.
This was the first time our families had gone at night, but our friends were gracious to make the switch to allow TSM and I to attend EMT. What a fun time. We didn’t do as much as we do on the day trip, but the kids had a blast and wouldn’t you know it, I bonded with a stranger.
Riding on the hay truck to the pumpkins, I was signing with my daughter, A, when the woman sitting next to me says to her husband, “They are signing.” Turns out he owns a local interpreting business. We talked kids, language, skill(he offered me a job) and as luck would have it, they want to adopt. We exchanged info, so I could chit chat more with them on that whole thing. Opportunities abound I tell ya. Although, no one get on my case, I know I am busy and I am not going to take the job. Unless it is just a one time they need an emergency interpreter kind of thing. Once, twice at the most:)
Sunday I headed up north to meet 2 women for a business luncheon. This one had to do with firearms training and I had the best time. Can’t wait to give you all the details of that, but it will be better after Saturday.
Monday was a day full of catch up and EMT class. Tuesday was rough here. I was sick, TSM was very sick and 2 of our kiddos were sick. Yesterday morning, I was so tired, I laid in bed and cried. Fortunately, everyone was well enough to head back to work and or school, so I stayed in bed and slept for an couple of hours. By mid-afternoon, I felt kind of sort of like I could attend EMT class without dying.
This morning I am much, much better. Still have some sinus pressure and all kinds of gook in my throat but the headache is gone, the constant coughing is gone and I have some energy.
Before you all lecture me(and I know some of you will anyway:) on taking care of myself and not over doing it, I want to remind you that I am young, healthy and that almost every single person in my EMT class is sick. I am not kidding. At least 20 of the 29 of us are coughing, hacking, blowing our nose…It is just that time of year.
The next few weeks are full of fun stuff. Some of which involves guns…yeah!! But, for now I am off to stick my head in a very hot shower where I am hopefully the steam will turn me into a new woman. One that can breath.
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