superbadgirl | I should learn sign language

After an entire day of lying around doing nothing but feel miserable, I dosed myself up and conned myself into thinking walking downtown to Bed, Bath and Beyond to purchase a new TV stand was a fantastic idea. In all fairness, it wasn't a terrible idea. I did have the time to do it, which I'd normally not have on a Monday. However, the plan was also to lug the TV stand on the bus with me. It's only about half a block to one bus stop, and then a mere four block trek once the bus made it to my neighborhood.

I probably don't have to state that my best laid plan did go awry. I could barely lug the TV stand to the checkstand (and it wasn't heavy), where I proceeded to mimic and mime and squeak my inquiries about having it delivered. Oh, and I was also shaking all over and sweating as if the two mile stroll in crisp weather I'd just completed was actually the Boston Marathon. The customer service woman literally took three steps back when she saw me, and had this look on her face like she suspected I was carrying the bubonic plague. Pretty sure by this time I'm not contagious. She very conveniently helped another customer and let her poor coworker deal with sweaty, squeaky little me.

Long story short, it was probably a bit ambitious of me to think I could do all of the above without passing out.

I walked back home, too, because I did not want to endure the looks of horror from fellow bus passengers as I hacked up my right lung.