You win a sinus infection!

Yup, so I was out almost all last week from my now-three-week-old job due to sickness. It’s great fun, especially when you’ve just started a new job and are trying to get your bearings and are finally getting what looks like a real project. Oh wait, it’s not fun at all, especially at such an inconvenient time. I’m fairly certain in my own mind that I got whatever head cold lead to this mess at yoga master’s birthday party (don’t ask – just don’t); someone must’ve coughed on the cheese and crackers, I’m sure of it. And I would’ve had a sore throat and that would’ve been that if I didn’t have allergies and the years-long developed capacity to get a sinus infection at the drop of a hat.

But I do and I did. I got antibiotics a few days ago and am no longer sleeping sixteen hours a day and feeling awful for the remaining eight. I’m virtually back to normal at this point. Yay for modern medicine!

During all this mess I also got to move out of temporary housing and into more permanent living arrangement. But how permanent is an apartment anyways? That was a nightmare unto itself; the movers (who had all my stuff in storage after shipping from Texas) couldn’t get a hold of me, and then changed my scheduled time, and then the apartment complex wasn’t ready for them so early; oh, it was a long convoluted mess and I was occasionally trying to hack up a lung during it all, popping cough drops and sudafed like they were candy.

Not that I’m actually completely moved in yet; I still have a few items to transfer out of my temp housing and am doing that tomorrow. Really, I just want to forget that this entire past week happened. Kind of like seasons 2 and 3 of Heroes.

The bad thing about moving out is that I’ll miss waking up to a view of the Olympic Peninsula.  Seriously, check it out:

But my new apartment has pretty nice views too, and I’m looking forward to it. I need to start furnishing it gradually – a sofa or loveseat, some sort of breakfast table (it’ll have to be small), I may need to get rid of my current desk and get a smaller one, and apparently I need to get a “grown-up bed” at some point (seriously, what’s wrong with a twin?), et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.

Now, to move on with that life thing.