My Week in Hell
Posted By Ric Vatner on March 1, 2010
The previous week was such a good week, you would think the Karma alone would have carried me through last week.
Well don’t you believe it!
On Monday evening I started to feel queasy but I made it to work on Tuesday (Oh I am such a macho guy) but within half an hour of getting to the office I was so sick my daughter had to come and get me and take me home to my bed (Oh I am such a wimp).
I was in agony all Tuesday and Wednesday but thankfully, I drifted in and out of sleep, mostly in. I was worried on Wednesday evening that after so much sleep I would lie awake all night, but I slept like a baby.
On Thursday I was still weak but made it in to the office late morning, only to find bad news, a good client finally succombed to the GFC.
So I had to come in on Friday like it or not but atleast I was feeling better, if still very tired. Then I got my blood results back and as my doctor suspected my symtoms were not all due to “the bug”. Great. What a way to end a lousy week.
Did I say end a lousy week. Wash your mouth Vatner.
On Saturday I was going to walk in to the city (and maybe pop into the office) as I really needed the exercise and fresh air. The walk from the Eastern Suburbs to the city along any of the routes is either scenic or interesting. I usually go for interesting and take Oxford Street. I love the hub and bub of Oxford St Paddington.
I love the flea market in the old Church, full of clourful characters somehow imported from the sixties selling art works and clothes which are works of art in their own right and the fairground food stalls with a trendy touch. Strolling the dappled corridor between the makeshift and fleetingly temporary galleries and open air shops with their hardly decent change rooms it is impossible to not be in a place, where the sun always shines.
But on this Saturday my daughter asked me to drive her to the city. Although she was not the one that picked me up on Tuesday, she is a darling and always there to help when you need her or even if you don’t. I drove her in and wondered where I would find a parking spot at that time on a Saturday mid morning. As luck would have it I got one not two minutes from my office. Life was looking up and I was feeling good.
I decided to walk home that night and due to the Gay Mardi Gras I had to take a long detour but I really enjoyed the walk. I walked back in on Sunday to pick up my car and wouldn’t you know it – it had been stolen!
Now, that was the end to a really lousy week.
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