Not healthy, and not happy about that.

You know how when, you aren’t feeling good, everything around you seems irritating? That’s how the last few days have been for me. I really don’t like feeling this way — My normally perky, upbeat self has been replaced with an exhausted, frustrated, hurting Tanya clone.

I’m not going to delve deep into what happened on Friday night — Other than to say that a couple of friends frustrated me by not even saying goodbye before they left the nightclub we’d gone to as a group. I was shocked to find that when I returned from the restroom, three of the people that I’d gone to the club with had decided to leave without even a mention that they wanted to go. Heck, we hadn’t even finished the first round of drinks that I bought for everyone. [[place eye roll here]] What’s the point in dwelling. I wasn’t pleased though. Actually, it’s hard to put into words how I felt when I realized that my friends obviously felt like I was going to give them an enormously hard time for leaving — Why else would they have run off while I was in the bathroom? No, I didn’t take the time to mention how I felt when one of them called the next day to see how angry I was — I think it’s just a waste of time talking about it. I figured somehow I’d be blamed because of their rude behaviour if I even bothered to explain how I felt.

Anyhoooo — The rest of the night was actually a great deal of fun once Jeremy and I LEFT Lotus Lounge. I have decided that the Lotus really is a horrid place to try to have a good time — The staff is downright rude, and the drinks are expensive. This chick won’t go back there. That said… I really had a fantastic time dancing the night away with Jeremy and Vern at Sonar later that night. As always, the music rocked my world, and the people in the place were all having a great time. Two thumbs up!

Jeremy and I were supposed to go X-Country skiing the next morning with Lorelei and Darren but at that point my sinuses were screaming and my head pounding. Not a good idea, in my opinion, to be pushing my poor sick body on the ski hill. We ended up heading out for a late breakfast down the road in Gastown and then heading back to Jeremy’s place to just kick back for the day. Later on, Lorelei, Darren and Janna dropped by to meet Jeremy and chat for a bit before heading back to White Rock to end their long day of exercise. That was nice of them to stop by. Jeremy and I went back to my place to watch “Le Divorce” (I don’t recommend it — It’s not funny, and not particularily well acted either, but at least it was mindless entertainment) and then got to bed at a reasonable hour.

By Sunday morning my head was pounding with a head cold, and my neck was completely fried. I don’t know what I did to it, but it was just killing me. I could barely move. Jeremy left early (I don’t blame him, as I was in a lousy mood from all the pain I was in) to do his own thing for the day, and I basically spent my Sunday afternoon in a drug-induced coma-like state. I can deal with back pain OR a head cold… Not both at once. Even today, Tuesday, I’m still feeling crappy, and I’m living on Contact C, Dayquil, and Extra Strength Robaxacet. Thank God for good drugs or I’d not be doing any work today…

Last night, at least early on in the evening, was the highlight to the last several days — Jeremy took me out to one of the “Dine Out Vancouver” venues: Circolo. An awesome restaurant atmosphere in Yaletown, excellently prepared dishes, and a half litre of decent Italian wine made for a really nice date. I thoroughly enjoyed that between my coughing and sneezing fits. I guess my mood from the previous days caught up with Jeremy afterwards, though, as we seemed to butt heads later in the evening over stupid things that I normally wouldn’t have dwelled on. In fact, I almost left Jeremy’s place at one point, as I didn’t want to get into a huge mis-communication over dumb, trivial issues. Thankfully (if thankfully is the right word) I’d taken far too much medication to drive safely (double the recommended dose of Extra Strength Robaxacet just for starters), and we both realized that we didn’t need to keep on “bickering” about things… and just went to bed. I’m glad I didn’t leave, even though I know that Jeremy could have used some time to himself after that — I think it would have just made things worse. This morning, he couldn’t stop apologizing, even though I could easily take half the blame for how the last part of our evening went. He’s such a sweet guy — I’m glad we can get through these little life issues without too much trouble.

So, there’s been some good things and some bad things these past few days. All-in-all, life’s still pretty darn awesome regardless of a few setbacks… I just wish I was feeling alot better so that things would roll off of me easier. Does anyone have a “patience pill” for times like these??