Somebody just put me out of my misery. I guess I spoke too soon when I assumed the end of the antibiotic ushered in the cure. The only thing it ushered in was another infection. Apparently, my body doesn’t take well to medicines because they seem to create more problems. The dizzy, nauseous, splitting headache in the back of my head has stayed with me for the past week and I have had a hard time functioning normally. It made me
downright tense, I tell you, which caused me to clench my teeth and add a headache in my temples to the mix. Then my throat closed up and I couldn’t swallow. Okay, I’m done complaining, but I usually write this blog at the end of the evening when I have time, and I can tell you it hasn’t been happening for me. I was determined to write something this morning in spite of it all, before my readers wonder what happened to my blog.
This was a lead in to how my week started off yesterday. Sleep has become a premium for me after getting up every two hours during the night. So when the fire alarm went off at exactly 7 a.m. Monday, rousing me after I had finally fallen asleep, all I could say was, “Are you kidding me?” I couldn’t believe it. Must be the hotel’s new wake-up call. Ninety nine per cent of me knew it was a false alarm because, fortunately, that’s all they’ve ever been so far. It’s usually the dumb bar downstairs that causes the alarm to go off because they’re hooked into our fire alarm system.
I lay there trying to ignore it, hoping somebody would just shut it off so I could go back to sleep. The loud shrill finally forced me to get up, and that’s when I noticed one of the neighbors across the street looking at the hotel from his balcony. Well, crap. I still took my time in the bathroom, threw on some clothes, grabbed my computer, coat, and purse, and walked downstairs to the lobby, which was deserted. I was only slightly concerned because I know protocol is for everyone to leave the building after they’re sure the hotel has been vacated, which it was not. After all this time I’ve lived here, and no one picked up on the fact that I wasn’t downstairs with everybody else. Well, fine. The next book I write, you’re all getting rubbed out.
I heard voices coming up the stairs from the street. It was two firemen who were surprised to see me. “It’s a false alarm again isn’t it?” I asked.
He laughed. “Yeah. It’s the bar downstairs. Someone opened a fire exit door.”
It seems the only fire in progress was the one burning in the gas fireplace in the lounge area. So, I got a cup of coffee and sat there waiting for everybody else to come back in, before I took the elevator back up. The guests caught in the shower when the alarm went off were obvious. The hotel should have offered everyone a free breakfast and sent the
bill to the restaurant downstairs.
I dragged myself through the rest of the day which went progressively downhill from there as my headache and nausea increased. To add insult to injury, someone had arranged for a jazz band to practice in the lobby last night. I love jazz, but not in this venue. With nothing but hard surfaces all around, the decibel level sounded like the lobby was inside a jet engine warming up before take-off. It pushed me right over the edge, and I was in bed by seven.
downright tense, I tell you, which caused me to clench my teeth and add a headache in my temples to the mix. Then my throat closed up and I couldn’t swallow. Okay, I’m done complaining, but I usually write this blog at the end of the evening when I have time, and I can tell you it hasn’t been happening for me. I was determined to write something this morning in spite of it all, before my readers wonder what happened to my blog.
This was a lead in to how my week started off yesterday. Sleep has become a premium for me after getting up every two hours during the night. So when the fire alarm went off at exactly 7 a.m. Monday, rousing me after I had finally fallen asleep, all I could say was, “Are you kidding me?” I couldn’t believe it. Must be the hotel’s new wake-up call. Ninety nine per cent of me knew it was a false alarm because, fortunately, that’s all they’ve ever been so far. It’s usually the dumb bar downstairs that causes the alarm to go off because they’re hooked into our fire alarm system.
I lay there trying to ignore it, hoping somebody would just shut it off so I could go back to sleep. The loud shrill finally forced me to get up, and that’s when I noticed one of the neighbors across the street looking at the hotel from his balcony. Well, crap. I still took my time in the bathroom, threw on some clothes, grabbed my computer, coat, and purse, and walked downstairs to the lobby, which was deserted. I was only slightly concerned because I know protocol is for everyone to leave the building after they’re sure the hotel has been vacated, which it was not. After all this time I’ve lived here, and no one picked up on the fact that I wasn’t downstairs with everybody else. Well, fine. The next book I write, you’re all getting rubbed out.
I heard voices coming up the stairs from the street. It was two firemen who were surprised to see me. “It’s a false alarm again isn’t it?” I asked.
He laughed. “Yeah. It’s the bar downstairs. Someone opened a fire exit door.”
It seems the only fire in progress was the one burning in the gas fireplace in the lounge area. So, I got a cup of coffee and sat there waiting for everybody else to come back in, before I took the elevator back up. The guests caught in the shower when the alarm went off were obvious. The hotel should have offered everyone a free breakfast and sent the
bill to the restaurant downstairs.
I dragged myself through the rest of the day which went progressively downhill from there as my headache and nausea increased. To add insult to injury, someone had arranged for a jazz band to practice in the lobby last night. I love jazz, but not in this venue. With nothing but hard surfaces all around, the decibel level sounded like the lobby was inside a jet engine warming up before take-off. It pushed me right over the edge, and I was in bed by seven.