This week I was in North Carolina... Charlotte ish area.
I stayed in 3 different Courtyard hotels. One of those hotels I stayed in for 5 hours...total. I was upgraded in two of them. One was brand new.
I was in four different hospitals.
I wore a coat outside one day. One day they matched the record for a high. 76. It was nice to be on the opposite side since I've been in a city setting record lows all winter. I forgot what sunshine felt like and green grass looked like.
I kept my window down and the wind on my face while my co-worker turned on the A/C.
I wrote out my self assessment at 11pm. I probably should have cared more about that. But when they give you two days to do it and you're in the hospital all the time, when else are you supposed to do it.
I got sick. When I texted Karen about getting sick she responded: "I'm not surprised you are getting sick bc you are running yourself ragged (not that you have much of a choice)." I ate an orange everyday. And experienced a terrible landing tonight. Landing with extreme congestion = terrible. I feel pretty terrible in general.
Friday morning there was moisture in the air! I forgot what that felt like too!
But the real highlights:
Almost every night Hilary and I set-up Olympic party, pj, wine, viewing parties in Hilary's room. It started out with chatting, gossiping and turned into therapy sessions. It was amazing.
The weather really was amazing. The last night Hilary and I moved our hang out session to the fire pit outside where we wore sweatpants and long sleeve tees without socks and we were comfortable for quite awhile. It was adorable and we could see the stars. (Hilary wasn't quite as impressed by that as me.)
Traveling always seems to be more fun/bearable when Hilary's there. We even had a couple hours to check out Charlotte before our flights Friday.
Hopefully I can rest up Saturday as I leave for CA early Sunday afternoon.
P.S. Unrelated. Yes, I would totally let fish eat dead skin off my feet. (Newsworthy because of the olympics in Russia.) My feet are disgusting. Something you may not know about me: I hate feet...especially mine.
I stayed in 3 different Courtyard hotels. One of those hotels I stayed in for 5 hours...total. I was upgraded in two of them. One was brand new.
I was in four different hospitals.
I wore a coat outside one day. One day they matched the record for a high. 76. It was nice to be on the opposite side since I've been in a city setting record lows all winter. I forgot what sunshine felt like and green grass looked like.
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| this is what we arrived to |
oh, hello sunshine. | and shorts at the gym!
I kept my window down and the wind on my face while my co-worker turned on the A/C.
I wrote out my self assessment at 11pm. I probably should have cared more about that. But when they give you two days to do it and you're in the hospital all the time, when else are you supposed to do it.
I got sick. When I texted Karen about getting sick she responded: "I'm not surprised you are getting sick bc you are running yourself ragged (not that you have much of a choice)." I ate an orange everyday. And experienced a terrible landing tonight. Landing with extreme congestion = terrible. I feel pretty terrible in general.
Friday morning there was moisture in the air! I forgot what that felt like too!
But the real highlights:
Almost every night Hilary and I set-up Olympic party, pj, wine, viewing parties in Hilary's room. It started out with chatting, gossiping and turned into therapy sessions. It was amazing.
The weather really was amazing. The last night Hilary and I moved our hang out session to the fire pit outside where we wore sweatpants and long sleeve tees without socks and we were comfortable for quite awhile. It was adorable and we could see the stars. (Hilary wasn't quite as impressed by that as me.)
Traveling always seems to be more fun/bearable when Hilary's there. We even had a couple hours to check out Charlotte before our flights Friday.
Hopefully I can rest up Saturday as I leave for CA early Sunday afternoon.
Hello Chicago, please be nice to me for the 24ish hours I will be here.
P.S. Unrelated. Yes, I would totally let fish eat dead skin off my feet. (Newsworthy because of the olympics in Russia.) My feet are disgusting. Something you may not know about me: I hate feet...especially mine.
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