95 Degrees

Walking from church with grandma this morning, she asked me if we were going to play volleyball today. I said, "they all (mom, dad, Mat, Annie, etc.....) want to play but there is no way I'm getting out there." First of all, I overheat waaaay too easily. Second, last time I played in weather over 90 degrees I passed out despite the Gatorade and water I was drinking. Third, I had a huge blister larger than the size of a quarter (I actually compared it to a quarter) from the damn shoes I wore to the wedding and to church this morning) So what did I do? I played. Fuckers gave me a guilt trip. I was not a happy camper. The blister didn't break open because I put a bandaid on it and wrapped an ACE Bandage around it. No sand in a blister for me, thank you! So back to the story...I've been getting really bad headaches lately and playing in that heat triggered one. But...I had plans for dinner with Stephanie and Brad, so I got home, showered, popped some Ibuprofen and hit the road. All I could hear in my head was Cat's voice bitchin at me about taking care of myself. I ignored it because we were already on our way to Janesville when I realized how BAD of an idea it was to not be resting. I had a Mango Martini at Applebee's that was pretty tastey. Brad laughed at me when I asked for a straw (aren't they sposta give you a tiny straw with it?) and the waitor handed me a normal sized flex straw that was good for nothing other than floating on TOP of the damn drink. Psh. Yada yada yada...got back to Stephanie's and I couldn't walk because the blister was screaming at me. Turns out the new bandaid I had put on slid a little and the sticky part got stuck on the blister and trying to pull it off opened the blister. A few ice cubes later I pulled off the excess skin. That fucker stung so bad. Ended up driving home with the windows up and no air on (the air movement was stingin too badly and I couldn't drive!) barefoot because the shoe I was wearing made the fucker bleed. Now here I am, safe at home, and I have no idea how to care for such a huge blister because I don't think I have ever had one so big and such a pain in the ass before. Stupid fucking blister. As if I didn't have enough to deal with. My throat has hurt nonstop for over a month. Do I go to the doctor? No...every time I go to the doctor he finds something else wrong with me that is a much bigger deal and I'd rather pretend it's just a lingering whatever, than an actual problem. I'm afraid of the doctor, I guess. And the cough that sticks with it is killer on my voice. Sure I pulled it off yesterday for the wedding, but barely. If I sing like I want to, like I can, projecting soulfully and all that, I go into a coughing fit. So I had to be all light and quiet in the background to her melody and it wasn't nearly as impressive but it was still quite passably good. The only complaint I have about the way I played is that a few times I started coughing in the middle of a note and it made funky noises come out of my flute in the middle of really slow beautiful floaty songs. I can't get rid of this fucking cough! So...let's say (this is just an uneducated guess) I have some bacteria or something that has grown in the back of my throat. Can that go away without medicine? If I go to the doctor he's just going to say, "yeah, you're sick." And I already FUCKING know that. I can't deal with a fucking doctor right now. Oh, and if my grandmother only read this blog she'd have a heartattack. Workin in a shop, you have a BIT of a pottymouth. Oops...