Weekend Lazyness, Migrains and Crickets.

So Friday Afternoon I was fully prepared to go home and get in a good hour long heart pounding sweaty workout, but as I was leaving work I got a call from the boyfriend, saying he thinks he has the flu, his room is 60 degrees and he has no food. He doesn't want me to bring him stuff, but he does want me to come over. So I hurry home, pack up my emergency flu kit(an extra blanket, sudephed, Tylenol, theraflu, tomato soup, lots of bottled water(dc tap water is undrinkable unless you want cancer or mercury poisoning)juice, fruit with vitamin c, a couple books, a video game a thermometer and a movie)and then head over to his place. His room is 59 degrees when I get there. Apparently the army hasn't turned the heat on in the barracks yet so there is no heat. Also his version of the flu is the sniffles (apparently a cold is the sickest he ever really gets) but I also don't want to completely write it off, cause I already had my run in with the H1N1 thing ( I didn't go to the doctor but called in on day 5 of not being able to get out of bed with a list of symptoms and they diagnosed me over the phone, they also said as long as I was able to keep water down they had no interest in seeing me) and with the H1N1 flu, you don't generally get a fevor or break out into real flu symptoms (high fever, vomiting and all that other great flu stuff) until day 3. Since I was already there, and hadn't really seen Jake in about 10 days, we both work alot, I added my blanket to the pile, and cuddled up with him on the couch and watched a movie. We ordered Chinese food for dinner after he informed me that he really didn't want soup...and I got sweet and sour chicken with steamed rice, which according to 3 different calorie counters only worked out to be about 400 calories, so even without working out I still managed to be bellow where I needed to be for the day. Here is a picture of my absurdly handsome boy friend...although I wont tell him I said that, no big egos allowed.



Saturday was remarkably uneventfully, we did play a game of dig through Jake's closet and see what we could find...well he was looking for his box of winter clothes so he could hang that stuff up and put his summer clothes away, I was playing lets look through Jake's closet to see what we can find. This is an amazingly fun game cause we are kinda similar in size, his pants wont fit me, but I can wear basically all of his shirts and stuff. So he will hand me something cause I am "helping" and I proceed to immediately put it on. I think the first time he turned around I was wearing 2 t-shirts, 3 jackets (1 regular camo, 1 dress green, and 1 big black warm thing) 2 pairs of gloves and 3 hats (a beeny, a camo field hat thingy, and a brain bucket) he turned around cause I started trying to put on a pair of boots that he handed me even though I had about 6 extra inches of fabric on my fingers...so much ridiculous fun. I wish he had taken a picture. Anyway, Saturday I ate left over Chinese (I managed to get 3 full meals out of a single portion of sweet and sour chicken Jake was amazed out how little it took for me to get full) and subway, a roast beef 6 inch with no cheese and lots of veggies, and so I once again managed to stay under my calorie limit.

Sunday I woke up with a major migraine, got in my car and drove home, nibbled on healthy snack food but really didn't feel up to making any food, I convinced myself getting up and going for a walk might make me feel better, so I went for a mile walk, it didn't help, I came home and took another nap, which helped a little bit, but I kept getting woken up by a vacuum cleaner. So by the 3rd time, I went into the room next door to ask why my roommate kept vacuuming her room...she informed me it was because there were crickets everywhere...So I told her I have a migraine and every time she turned the vacuum cleaner on it was like someone was sawing open my head, after I had ran head first into the wall. I also told her that if she didn't stop I was going to end up throwing up...She didn't seem to get the point cause she continued using the vacuum. After about 3 more times, I got up and asked her to stop again, and find a quieter way to kill the damn crickets if they were really scaring her that much...I mean they are fucking crickets, they jump around and eat grass and sometimes make annoying cricket noises...its not like they are spiders or snakes or anything that can actually hurt you. At one point I wrote an email to my best friend asking if she thought I would be able to get away with killing her and claiming it was justifiable as I was temporaraly insaine. I finally managed to fall asleep around 2am which is when she finally stopped vacuuming up crickets...and I woke up at around 10am this morning, so needless to say I didn't get my workout in again this morning cause I slept through all three of my alarms. My plan for tonight is to go home and workout...then probably sleep or something, maybe read. But I deffinitly need to workout.