2026-03-07
March Madness
It started on my move out date. I was carrying things from the apartment to the car and felt my joints ache out of nowhere. It didn't feel right but I chalked it up to all the heavy lifting I had been doing in preparation for the move. Char came with her work truck and helped me load all the big items and drove it to the house. She kept my spirits high.
The day was frigid. Around -12 degrees celsius with windchill. But we did it without any hiccups. I even got my deposit back that night from the owner. Based off of what I had heard about him, I had my doubts I'd ever get it back. I was told maybe in a month. Thankfully I ran into him for the first time and we were able to do the walk-through together. I played up my soft, sweet side. I really wanted my damage deposit back in full.
The renos haven't been completed so I'm staying at my boyfriend's place. I felt weak after the move and again chalked it up to the stress of moving. But the weakness got worse and worse to the point where I thought something was horribly wrong because there were no other symptoms. Then the sore throat and dry cough came. But my energy levels were starting to rise so I thought I was in the clear.
So today I told the rat that I wouldn't be doing anything but self-care. No back buttering tiles for me. I went out in the sun and took in some rays. That felt good. It felt right.
I ended up going for a drive. I bought some cleaning supplies for my car. Then I drove to Chinatown where I found a place called Hidden Corner in the basement of one of the buildings. I had the best muffin of my life. Matcha Honey Apple.
I left and walked some more around Chinatown. In another commercial basement was a second-hand store called Good Neighbor. I bought a honey mustard coloured sweater with a deep V-neck and two purses. Prior to this purchase I had no purses.
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I drove back to the apartment.
And then, in the afternoon, it hit me. Mucous galore. Sneezing nonstop. Slight fever. I was officially sick af and needed to do nothing but lay down in bed and sleep while my immune system did its thing.
The three hour nap was rejuvenating. I had spicy noodle soup and now I'm sitting at the dining table with the Tintin puzzle in front of me. I was on the verge of finishing it when the cat, Chuck decided to scatter half the puzzle pieces onto the ground.
I can't wait to be home once the renos are done. This whole thing has made me realize I was made for the soft life. No question about it. I can't live in a yurt (a story for another day).