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sick and arisia
Jan. 15th, 2012 02:47 amAugh! Here it is, about 12 hours before I stop living at my apartment and start living with my mother again, 12 hours before we haul my heavy big stuff out in frigid coldness, and I've come down with full-blown con crud. Why did I decide that the weekend I'm planning on moving would be a good time to go to a con? I have no idea. I am not too bright, sometimes!
So about half my facebook friends and LJ friends all seem to be sick this week, and now I join the ranks. Oh joy!
I decided back in November that I'd go to Arisia this year, mostly because Suzanne was going and I haven't been to an actual con in probably a decade. I went to WisCon five years ago?ish and had a membership and a hotel room, etc., but I never actually attended the con. I went mostly for the car trip and to hang around in Madison. Weird, right? Anyway, I had reserved a hotel room for this whole weekend, I'd gotten the membership, and then at the last minute I cancelled the hotel and decided I'd just go for Friday and Saturday nights. Work was busy so I couldn't really leave early like I'd wanted to, so I hopped on the T after and headed over. Didn't do a ton of stuff. Hit the dealers room, wandered the hallways, went to Suzanne's reading, had dinner, went to a couple parties. Saw my ex-coworker and we caught up, which was nice. Got some nice compliments from some people I hadn't seen in a long time. Was very pleasant. Caught an Uber back to my car at work, drove home, was pretty sore from the constant standing and walking (plus moving!) so took a handful of advil and tried to sleep. I think I fell asleep at 3:30am. Around 8am P responded to a text I'd sent him at 11pm and unfortunately I have an alert sound for texts so I woke up, and never managed to get back to sleep. Knew the second I woke up that I'd already managed to get sick. Lovely! Sore throat, very dry. I drank a ton of water at the con and when I got home, but clearly I was already doomed.
Spent today packing things and loading the car and Patrick loading the attic. We had some lunch together and then I headed over to Mom's to get the car unloaded and the final prep for tomorrow done. Did a bunch of chores, too (dishes, vacuuming, etc.), and relocated a few things around the house. Lots of stairs.
Got home, sore, tired, blah. Suzanne texted to see if I was coming back today as I had said I might. REALLY didn't feel like it, but didn't want to let Suzanne down and also have been trying to say yes to more things this year, so I decided I'd see how I felt after my shower. I did feel a bit better (more advil helped, too) so I got dressed and just as I was thinking of leaving Brian came home. I whined a bit about how cold out it was and how annoying getting to the Westin Waterfront is by public transportation, and how expensive my Uber ride was, and he suggested just driving in. I'd rejected that idea because hotel parking was full, and would remain full for the weekend, but he'd been there fairly recently and mentioned all the meters along Summer Street. Hadn't thought of meters! Yay! Problem solved. Drove in, took about 20 minutes to get there, there was a shiny spot less than a 1/4 mile from the hotel, and just as I was starting to walk it I saw a shuttle bus parked with the driver smoking a cigarette outside. The shuttle had a little white sign that said "Arisia" on it, so being me I asked the guy why. It's the dinner shuttle to Fanueil Hall, and he's going right over to the Westin now. Did I want a ride?
Did I? Duh. It was already about 20 degrees out, with temps plummeting. So sure! Nice. Door to door! Met up with Suzanne, took the same shuttle to Fanueil Hall food court for some dinner, then back to the hotel for some wandering. Caught some of the masquerade on TV, wandered through a few parties, sat in the lobby watching peeps go by, the usual stuff. We'd decided we wanted to see Space Battleship Yamato (in Japanese with subtitles) at 10:30, so we hit that and that ate up the rest of the night. I bundled up, put up my hood, hiked to the car, and drove straight home. Trip again took maybe 20 minutes? Boston on the weekend is so nice to drive.
BUT I am sick. Ugh! Brian's got a van for tomorrow, and when he and his crew are done with his stuff I get the van so P and I can move my stuff to mom's. I suppose I could just tell Brian I don't need the van and I will move stuff another day, but it's all set up to go, there's no point. I can muscle through a few days with a cold. But WAAAAHHHH! I just want to dope up on some NyQuil and sleep for a week. Stupid germy cons. I wasn't licking the tables or swapping spit with anyone. I just walked around! Feh.
So about half my facebook friends and LJ friends all seem to be sick this week, and now I join the ranks. Oh joy!
I decided back in November that I'd go to Arisia this year, mostly because Suzanne was going and I haven't been to an actual con in probably a decade. I went to WisCon five years ago?ish and had a membership and a hotel room, etc., but I never actually attended the con. I went mostly for the car trip and to hang around in Madison. Weird, right? Anyway, I had reserved a hotel room for this whole weekend, I'd gotten the membership, and then at the last minute I cancelled the hotel and decided I'd just go for Friday and Saturday nights. Work was busy so I couldn't really leave early like I'd wanted to, so I hopped on the T after and headed over. Didn't do a ton of stuff. Hit the dealers room, wandered the hallways, went to Suzanne's reading, had dinner, went to a couple parties. Saw my ex-coworker and we caught up, which was nice. Got some nice compliments from some people I hadn't seen in a long time. Was very pleasant. Caught an Uber back to my car at work, drove home, was pretty sore from the constant standing and walking (plus moving!) so took a handful of advil and tried to sleep. I think I fell asleep at 3:30am. Around 8am P responded to a text I'd sent him at 11pm and unfortunately I have an alert sound for texts so I woke up, and never managed to get back to sleep. Knew the second I woke up that I'd already managed to get sick. Lovely! Sore throat, very dry. I drank a ton of water at the con and when I got home, but clearly I was already doomed.
Spent today packing things and loading the car and Patrick loading the attic. We had some lunch together and then I headed over to Mom's to get the car unloaded and the final prep for tomorrow done. Did a bunch of chores, too (dishes, vacuuming, etc.), and relocated a few things around the house. Lots of stairs.
Got home, sore, tired, blah. Suzanne texted to see if I was coming back today as I had said I might. REALLY didn't feel like it, but didn't want to let Suzanne down and also have been trying to say yes to more things this year, so I decided I'd see how I felt after my shower. I did feel a bit better (more advil helped, too) so I got dressed and just as I was thinking of leaving Brian came home. I whined a bit about how cold out it was and how annoying getting to the Westin Waterfront is by public transportation, and how expensive my Uber ride was, and he suggested just driving in. I'd rejected that idea because hotel parking was full, and would remain full for the weekend, but he'd been there fairly recently and mentioned all the meters along Summer Street. Hadn't thought of meters! Yay! Problem solved. Drove in, took about 20 minutes to get there, there was a shiny spot less than a 1/4 mile from the hotel, and just as I was starting to walk it I saw a shuttle bus parked with the driver smoking a cigarette outside. The shuttle had a little white sign that said "Arisia" on it, so being me I asked the guy why. It's the dinner shuttle to Fanueil Hall, and he's going right over to the Westin now. Did I want a ride?
Did I? Duh. It was already about 20 degrees out, with temps plummeting. So sure! Nice. Door to door! Met up with Suzanne, took the same shuttle to Fanueil Hall food court for some dinner, then back to the hotel for some wandering. Caught some of the masquerade on TV, wandered through a few parties, sat in the lobby watching peeps go by, the usual stuff. We'd decided we wanted to see Space Battleship Yamato (in Japanese with subtitles) at 10:30, so we hit that and that ate up the rest of the night. I bundled up, put up my hood, hiked to the car, and drove straight home. Trip again took maybe 20 minutes? Boston on the weekend is so nice to drive.
BUT I am sick. Ugh! Brian's got a van for tomorrow, and when he and his crew are done with his stuff I get the van so P and I can move my stuff to mom's. I suppose I could just tell Brian I don't need the van and I will move stuff another day, but it's all set up to go, there's no point. I can muscle through a few days with a cold. But WAAAAHHHH! I just want to dope up on some NyQuil and sleep for a week. Stupid germy cons. I wasn't licking the tables or swapping spit with anyone. I just walked around! Feh.
