Over the last week or so: nothing except reading true crime stories and whiffing vicks Vaporub. I’ve been sicker than a dog and haven’t felt like doing a damn thing. I’m still coughing my lungs up. I went out for the first time in a week today. I feel like I’m on deaths door. I can’t breathe. I was completely worn out after my jaunt in todays humidity. I did go to Victorias secret and picked up some body lotion. This stuff is great
I haven’t looked at a website to work on it in forever; haven’t answered any emails, not answering the phone.
The week before? I volunteered at day camp. I had 13 8 year old boys under my care. I was exhausted after that week was done; lemme tell you – I won’t do such a thing again. Leave the daycamp stuff up to the younguns to volunteer for – I’m way too old for that shit! Haven’t done that much walking in years – in the sun yet! I didn’t use a whole lot of sunscreen – I can use the color quite frankly – but I didn’t get the sun I expected to after being in the sun 8 hours a day. You would think my face and arms would have gotten a nice color, but nope. Didn’t use any sunscreen on me arms at all.
I told my mother that I wasn’t gonna do any shopping for the weekend – I had every intention on resting. So guess what I got to do both on Saturday and Sunday? Did moms errands. Got sick on Sunday and have been pretty much in bed since.