The Road To Recovery

I've been pensive on the fact of whether or not I could write a blog about not being able to write a blog. It pains me somewhere inside to see the days go by and I have absolutely nothing to say.

But I always have something to say. It is more about whether or not you care to read about it. (Whatever IT may be.)

Maybe I should write about how I coughed my way to sleep two nights in a row; or maybe I should write about how I slept for over 24hours up until this morning; or maybe about how I am currently beach ready and taking a vitamin C pill in preparation for the "wet." Or would you rather me talk about the possibility of having H1N1 - also known as "Why did you kiss that pig little Mexicana."

The list goes on.

I could even write about how Blackberry's seem to be taking over the world, 10 fingers at a time. Even the taxi drivers have them. I sometimes wonder if they are a part of a secret cult or something, and they sit there bb-ing each other all day; who to pick up, who to drive past - you know "she did not pay me enough last time so she's just going to have to walk. You tell the rest of the guys I said not to pick her up."

Anyway, it makes you so much more uncool unique now if you have an iPhone - God forbid you have anything else; why then you're just a loser.

Well, I guess I have just wasted five minutes of your time. If it makes you happy, at least now I can breathe through my nose. But, I am sure you can pardon me here, considering I am still sick and slightly delusional.

I Can't Breathe Through My Nose

Let me begin by saying UGH! (It is really more of a sound than a word, or rather to the Grammar folks, an Onomatopoeia.) Either way, that is the one word that explains how I have been feeling these past few days.

As if Jamaica is not hot enough already, these hot flashes and cold sweats are really giving me a hard time. I do not want to blame my outing on Friday night for my feeling this way, but unfortunately, the cool night air did in fact perpetuate my problem; so much so that I had to leave early. I did manage to catch Jasmine Sullivan, Keri Hilson, and Ne-yo while I was still fully functional.

Sinus allergies never seem to leave me, though. I have been blessed so many times that I think I should have won the lotto by now, or at least found some money lying around somewhere.

Throughout my entire freshman year of college, I managed to sneeze my way into bloody noses waking me up every morning for a week straight. I know, TMI. But waking up because you are draining blood all over your pillow is just as disgusting as it sounds. Not what I bargained for as my first year's dorm experience. I'm thinking either there was some kind of mold growing beneath the walls - because they swore up and down the air vents were brand new - or my nose truly dislikes me.

Anyway, I am finally home from a long day of sneezing, sweating, and sniffling, and what am I going to do now?

Go to the beach. And yes, I do plan to swim.

Give Me That Vitamin C

It is 8:30 pm and I am just getting home from the beach. I am a bit afraid to tell you that I woke up this morning to my nose training for a marathon, and quite possibly there are not enough numbers in existence to calculate the amount of times I have sneezed.

But my blog today is not about me and my annoying allergies. Nor is it about my day four hours at the beach. This is about what happened after.

I am planning to go to that Reggae Show I've told you about tonight, even though I swore I would not go unless I got a free pass. Well, it turns out the free pass opportunity did just that - passed me freely. (It is hard for me to ask for favours, and I'd like to consider that one of my best qualities.)

I left the beach in a state of weakness, though, and during the ride home I wondered how I would be able to stand up for the next 6-8 hours watching and listening to Keri Hilson and Ne-yo perform. (I know they are not reggae artistes but I assume that is why they call it "International Night.") I also wondered how much worse I would feel after missing out on tonight's sleep and still going to the beach tomorrow - no I do not miss a day. Moral of the story? I figured I'd come home, drink some Orange Juice - Vitamin C - and take something for my sinus.

Well, the reason I write today, is to brag tell you about my wonderful father - from one dedication to the next. When I got here, he was not home - he had gone to the supermarket to pick up a few things. But, alas, food was prepared and on the stove - curried shrimp to be precise. There was no rice, though, and I was a little discouraged; but when I looked in the toaster I happened upon some diced red potatoes in a cute little dish.

Dinner was delicious, and by the time I was done eating, Pops was here with bags and bags of groceries, and the orange juice that I had forgotten to ask him for. (I guess he read my mind.) For me, being restocked on food is like opening gifts on Christmas morning, a new venture of which to indulge. What's more? It is always better if it is not your investment, but you still get to reap the benefits.

Anyway, I am a lucky girl, don't you think? My parents are the best. Two separate worlds of awesome!