I was the first person ever to say ‘I need a vacation from this vacation.’ –Jack Donaghy
After coming back from last week’s San Francisco trip, I’m ready to challenge Donaghy on the provenance of that quote. What is it about returning from a vacation that makes you feel uniquely like you did the whole thing wrong? Like everyone else gets recharged from a jaunt, but that you in fact set yourself back mentally, physically and phlegm-ly by going away?
Knock me down I’ll get right back up again. I’ll come back stronger than a powered-up Pac Man. –Kaiser Chiefs
Ha, right. I used to be a medicine-shunner, but I finally realized decongestants are not the devil. Well, at least not the decongestants I get from off the rack because I’m too lazy/cheap/paranoid to enter the Official Registry For Pseudoephedrine Purchasers.
I found these old pills in Deepak’s stuff when we moved. I’ve been making a conscious effort to use up or otherwise deal with clutter, so I took some. What could possibly go wrong?
This week I’ve felt completely wiped and under-the-weather. I’ve finally recovered to the extent where I can breathe like a non-consumptive. But my boyfriend isn’t there yet, so I have to dose him with herbal remedies (note: not ganja, Chinese stuff) and fake a sympathy wheeze just so he doesn’t think I got out of this illness easy.
Here are a few more San Francisco pics, both so we can move on in this blog and so I can quantify the fun times I did have. Even though they came at the price of my health and productivity this week!