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Aug. 9th, 2011 05:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bobcatmoranThe last twenty-four hours have kind of sucked, and I really have no one to blame but myself. Well, that and the fact that it was 90° out yesterday in the shade, but really, I know how to deal with that properly. I just failed at it.
It actually was a pretty good day yesterday. I totally forgot to bring my thing of Gatorade mix with me, so I just had straight up water for lunch, but no worries, I thought. Gatorade was waiting for me on the counter at home, ready for all my electrolyte-replenishing needs. Plus, I had a box of popsicles with my name on it, waiting in the freezer — just the thing after a half-hour walk home following a hot day in the field. So I got home, reached into my pocket for my keys and — oh, crap. No keys. Then I remembered. I took them out of my pocket and set them on my desk at work so that I'd have room for my wallet in my pocket.
Oooh, hey, wallet. That meant I had credit cards. And if I hadn't locked the deadbolt, then I could just slide one in the door jamb, wiggle it a little, and — crap. I'd actually been responsible and the deadbolt was locked. Umm…. No one left in the office by now, and my office keys were stuck in there anyway, so walking back would be futile. Maybe I could call someone? Aw, crap, no. My work phone was dead, and my personal cell had been cleverly left behind on my kitchen counter. Next to the Gatorade. Gyah.
So I settled down, by this point starting to get dehydrated again, pulled a book out of my backpack (thank god I had that, at least), and waited for my landlady to get home.
Fortunately, she needed to let her dog out, so it was only a wait of about an hour, rather than waiting until, like, 9:00 like it might have been before she got the dog. I ate dinner, drank what was in retrospect clearly not enough fluids, and went to bed.
Got up this morning, and felt like I'd been hit by a truck. After sort of staggering around trying to get ready for a bit, I recognized that I probably had a touch of heat exhaustion, sipped a cup of Gatorade, called in sick, and went back to bed, where I slept FOREVER. Followed by brunch, watching Baccano until my brain was full (ooog, so many plotlines. so very, very many characters, so many — oh dear god, did he just bite that guy's fingers off?!), a siesta, and I've just been reading whatever's within arm's reach since then (The Economist, mediocre historical fiction, and last Sunday's newspaper). Also, enough liquids that I am surprised I haven't just up and floated away.
Feeling a bit less like complete crap, although my headache is quite impressive and I think an early bedtime is in order.
It actually was a pretty good day yesterday. I totally forgot to bring my thing of Gatorade mix with me, so I just had straight up water for lunch, but no worries, I thought. Gatorade was waiting for me on the counter at home, ready for all my electrolyte-replenishing needs. Plus, I had a box of popsicles with my name on it, waiting in the freezer — just the thing after a half-hour walk home following a hot day in the field. So I got home, reached into my pocket for my keys and — oh, crap. No keys. Then I remembered. I took them out of my pocket and set them on my desk at work so that I'd have room for my wallet in my pocket.
Oooh, hey, wallet. That meant I had credit cards. And if I hadn't locked the deadbolt, then I could just slide one in the door jamb, wiggle it a little, and — crap. I'd actually been responsible and the deadbolt was locked. Umm…. No one left in the office by now, and my office keys were stuck in there anyway, so walking back would be futile. Maybe I could call someone? Aw, crap, no. My work phone was dead, and my personal cell had been cleverly left behind on my kitchen counter. Next to the Gatorade. Gyah.
So I settled down, by this point starting to get dehydrated again, pulled a book out of my backpack (thank god I had that, at least), and waited for my landlady to get home.
Fortunately, she needed to let her dog out, so it was only a wait of about an hour, rather than waiting until, like, 9:00 like it might have been before she got the dog. I ate dinner, drank what was in retrospect clearly not enough fluids, and went to bed.
Got up this morning, and felt like I'd been hit by a truck. After sort of staggering around trying to get ready for a bit, I recognized that I probably had a touch of heat exhaustion, sipped a cup of Gatorade, called in sick, and went back to bed, where I slept FOREVER. Followed by brunch, watching Baccano until my brain was full (ooog, so many plotlines. so very, very many characters, so many — oh dear god, did he just bite that guy's fingers off?!), a siesta, and I've just been reading whatever's within arm's reach since then (The Economist, mediocre historical fiction, and last Sunday's newspaper). Also, enough liquids that I am surprised I haven't just up and floated away.
Feeling a bit less like complete crap, although my headache is quite impressive and I think an early bedtime is in order.
