I went to bed Friday night with some terrible pain radiating from my ears. I figured it was sinuses, took some painkillers, and woke up Saturday morning, t-minus six hours to leaving, with the worst pain ever in my head.
One happy perscription and a diagnosis for a raging duel ear infection (+sinus infection, but I believe I’m in a constant state of having those) later, I was on my way to Canada. My boyfriend fetched me to a great heaping load of ‘please for the love of god I am in so much pain hug me and tell me I’m not dying’. Sorry dear.
It was a little creepy since on Day 1 (ears gushing bloody waxy gunk in miserable pain Altana just end me) there was a massive ice storm and that quiet of an ice storm was about. I truly expected trees to start falling and to be trapped in Canada forever.
Annnnd my boyfriend in the snow?
He doesn’t have nerve endings.
I wanted to be a good girlfriend/Christmas guest and make something to bring with me. Since my boyfriend can only cook three things (eggs, rice and veggies, frozen pizza), he doesn’t use his oven much and when it broke, he neglected to ever get it fixed. So my usual and Christmas tradtion of COOKIES OUT THE ASS wasn’t an option. Instead, I opted for truffles.
THEY DID NOT COME OUT TOO BAD FOR HAVING A MICROWAVE, TWO BOWLS, AND CRAPPY SPOONS AT MY DISPOSAL.
Otherwise. I gamed, I slept, I ate, I read.
This post is kind of pointless.