It has been a difficult week. But before I get to that my parents also returned home after what is always seems like too short of a stay.
I came down with a fever on Monday night of 102 then remained steady at 100 degrees and just lifted this morning. In addition to that my colleague resigned after a short stint on the job which means I’ll have to cover two territories again – double the work, same amount of pay. And just for good measure a few of my own customers haven’t been responding or seem to be up to something which means I’ll have to take some quick and decisive action. I like it when things in my region go well but sudden and unforeseen events are part of this type of job.
I’ve found that one or two issues popping up cause more anxiety than three or for. The mind cannot become any more anxious than it is with two problems so it just tells itself to relax when even more pile on.
And yes, all of this has happened while I had a fever. The saying ‘When it rains it pours,” is absolutely true. I wasn’t able to rest much as work was really hectic. What I discovered is that fevers make me fearful. I feel weak, scared and my mind amplifies issues that normally would roll right off my shoulders. I think back to my post when I had just returned from the gym, was listening to Van Halen and felt completely invincible. Well, this week my feeling has been the opposite of that. I feel sore, achy, tired, worried and vulnerable. I do not like having fevers, nor having to work while having them for four straight days.
Well, I just checked my temperature and I’m back at 100 point something. Damn. Why won’t it just go away, what is going on here?
Anyway, in the throws of this fever the beginnings of a song popped in my head. I’ve never every thought of my own song lyrics before so I guess I have the fever to thank for it. I’ll put the first couple lines down here and perhaps add later on.
Hey Mr. Salesman.
Whatcha gonna sell me today?
Ya say ya got a great solution.
Gonna drive all my problems away.
Thank you for agreein’ to meet me
I know you’re quite busy of course
In other news, someone from my grade school organized a reunion that I would have loved to attend if I didn’t live so far away. What I cannot understand though is that out of over 100 invitees only 18 or so even bother to respond and FB tells us if they saw it or not! This is another reason I’ve come to hate Facebook. It is a place where people splash endless pictures in order to garner an unquenchable need for likes, but honest interaction, even so far as responding to an invite are extremely rare.
I’ve taken my leave of Facebook, deleted the app as well as messenger from my phone. But apparently FB still gives me notifications even without their app installed – through Chrome I guess – so at least I know I’m not leaving anybody hanging.
