Friday I felt pretty silly when I realized that trying to get work done while sick was pointless. My project wasn't due for QA this week, it was due next week. And furthermore, it scares me that I'm almost one of those people. I care about the company more than I'm willing to admit.
Anyway, being sick all week, I wasn't sure exactly how things would go for the weekend, especially because the last thing I wanted to do was get Diana sick. But we took a chance, and she came over Friday night. It was hopefully a break for Diana too, who had not been sleeping well after a murder in the house diagonally behind hers earlier in the week. Everyone was on high alert (more on that later). I bought some Alfredo sauce in a jar, which I'm always skeptical for, but it wasn't bad. Combined with some wheat fettuccine that didn't taste like wheat pasta, it was pretty good. We watched The Wedding Crashers as well, because Diana had never seen it.
Friday's neck pain turned into Friday's sleepless night. I was waking up about once every half-hour or so. It seriously kicked my ass and made Saturday a lot less exciting.
After Diana worked for the morning, a rare but annoying arrangement for her, we went to Cedar Point to make her an official season pass holder, and introduce her to my "family" there. She met the whole range of cats that I work with and hang out with, including the Walsh's, still some of my dearest friends after a lot of years. I had some work to pick up there too, but fortunately Diana was entertained by the CP.com blogging sensation while I took care of that.
We went to dinner at Famous Dave's, and also met up with Kara. I miss talking to her as regularly as we used to (since she's too cheap to actually pay for her own Internet access), but I admire her so much for the way she loves her job. For as much as I dish out reality checks to her over some things, she does the same for me in that respect, reminding me about what matters when it comes to work.
Some nasty rain came through while at dinner (and we saw the debris on the mainland everywhere), and then we headed into the park, where pretty much everything was closed. I guess what the kids on PointBuzz are saying is true about the over-cautious closures. We hung out in the Town Hall Museum while the rain let up, then did Skyhawk. The ride scared the shit out of Diana on the strongest reverse swing, which I totally get. I think we'll get her on it again though.
At this point, I was getting cold from the rain and my shoulders were killing me, so reluctantly I thought we should bow out for the evening ERT on Millennium Force (which became Maverick). That actually worked out for Kara, who obviously had her first ride just that afternoon since she's a resident of the Twin Cities now.
The drive home Saturday night was a little crazy in heavy rain. Given my recent allergy issues at Diana's, we ended up going to my house. I was sooooo tired. I would've liked to have spent more time in the park and with Kara and Timmay, but I didn't have it in me.
Another night without good sleep, but at least I could sleep in. We started our day with whirlpool therapy, which smelled funny after I accidentally dropped too much shock in the tub a couple of days ago. For the afternoon, we had a birthday party to go to for Diana's best friends' son, who turned one. I was practically the walking dead at that point because of an allergy pill I popped. I barely remember being there!
Our final adventure for the weekend involved some pizza and the final for the US Open. I saw the first set and the end of the third, but mostly drifted in and out. But I wasn't sneezy, so yay for allergy meds!
After celebrating the end of the pro tennis season, there was a knock, or rather a beating, on Diana's front door. The old neighbor across the street was checking to see if everything was OK, because the other neighbor heard screaming coming from the house. You know, high alert from the murder. Awkward. No more celebrating for us with the windows open, I suppose.
Right now, the shoulders hurt a little, but I think I can sleep in most any position, and that's important. I can't be 50% anymore. I don't want to be sleeping on and off all the time. I just want to be back to normal!
Nothing on the calendar next weekend except Halloweekends goodness.
There was a heavy *drizzle* for about 5 minutes around one in the afternoon on Saturday, and the park closed down every single coaster. I was in line for the Mean Streak at the time, and left after the ops announced that they need to cycle every single train 5 times before reopening the ride. Absolutely insane.