The plague has descended upon my conference, and while many of my colleagues rally through, partying until the wee hours of the morning, supplemented by heavy doses of Sudafed and Dayquil, I and my weaker counterparts resist the peer pressure and are turning in around midnight to be able to drag ourselves, and what's left of our immune systems, out of bed in time for breakfast at 7:00 in the morning.
Happily, I get to go home tomorrow. Unhappily, I have to strategically drug my sinuses into submission in time so that my head doesn’t explode on the plane.
Tonight there’s a formal cocktail hour, sit-down dinner for 1,000 of my nearest and dearest coworkers, and a dance. I am hoping to make it through dinner. I am also taking a cue from grandmothers everywhere and donning sneakers to walk over to the other hotel, whilst dressed in my cocktail dress. Klassy. My sense of balance is just swimming in too much snot to attempt anything more than standing (preferably while leaning on something) in heels.
Hi, I’m now old and crotchety. Nice to meet you. I’ll write again when I’m feeling less whine-y.
Have a magical, snot-free day until then.
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I might trade you the sinus misery for the intestinal yuck that has overtaken my house. Might.
oh you poor thing! That sucks so bad. Hopefully the flight was remotely bearable. Just think, at least you get to come home and sleep it all off all weekend! ahh, the pre-kids days. I miss them the most when I feel like crap!
Maybe the hotel can you make you up my special remedy
In a sauce pan, warm some apple juice, add lemon juice and slices, cinnamon sticks and honey
Pour a good swig of Capt Morgan's in a mug, add apple juice mixture
Enjoy!
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