Tuesday night I had food poisoning, so that's super fun.
Kevin came out unscathed so it wasn't something I prepared, which is a tiny miracle. I believe that it was ranch dressing, because that is the only thing that I ate differently from Kevin at dinner. It was a new bottle but the cap was weirdly cross-threaded. The seal was still intact but who knows.
Or it could be an allergic reaction to it because why wouldn't it be? The symptoms can be similar if it's a really bad reaction.
Anyway, I was up from about midnight to about 1:30 am. To add to the fun, I had to go with Kevin to pick up his truck at 5:30 in the morning, about 25 minutes from our house. I got up, put on track pants and a hoodie and we left. I was nearly asymptomatic, just a lingering stomach ache and super tired.
After dropping him off, I returned home and back to bed. My alarm would give me about an hour's sleep but I texted work to say I'd be later. Two hours of sleep would surely help. And I hadn't thrown up the coffee Kevin bought me so that was also progress.
Once awake again, the impulse was to just put on a hoodie and bunker down in my office once at work was strong. But of the few things I remember being taught by my mom was "Dress up when you don't feel good" The theory is because you look good, you will feel good. Very 1950's etiquette.
So I pulled on a nice shirt, pants, jacket and my kicky boots. I don't know that I felt better but I looked good. You couldn't tell that I'd been sick overnight so that was a bonus. Plus the real beauty of this is that it's still yoga pants and baggy shirt, just with nice boots and jacket.
By the end of the day I was 95%. If I had just gone to work scrubby, would I have felt any differently? I don't know but let's assume that it worked.
Now it's Friday. There is no direct service on Friday so everyone leans into the casual Friday thing. I was getting dressed in a hoodie when I realized I had an advocate meeting this morning AND that I was speaking at it.
Son of a biscuit eating dog. Who has meetings on Friday. Schools do.
Off came the hoodie but my mind was still all "But it's FRIDAY!!!!"
I put on the outfit I wore to Kevin's work party but wore a more casual jacket. I grabbed my converse to wear later. And I wondered how I became this person again.
I will never get used to deference. Meaning that I am "someone" when attending meetings like this. I just want to laugh and say "All y'all don't even know! An hour ago I was having a tantrum about wearing my hoodie and converse. Do not be fooled by the kicky boots!!!"