What I thought was going to be a productive and overwhelming week turned into something more like a daze. I went into D Magazine on Thursday, after having spent most of the week trapped in my house, thinking that the worst of the weather was over and it was time to get back to work. Little did I know, Mother Nature was just getting started.

Thursday I went in still feeling pretty cruddy from the upper-respiratory-what-have-you I’m currently dealing with. My supervisor, Krista, was very sweet and told me to take it easy. I ended up attending a training session on some new software we will be using in conjunction with Coalition for a New Dallas and then I just spent the rest of the day working with that. I was able to talk to a librarian in Dallas to set up some interviews for my Big D Reads blog (starting in March!) and that was it. I went home, did my taxes, chugged a bottle of NyQuil and fell asleep.

Friday I wake up to snow, like the weather had forecasted, and then headed in to Strauss Marketing and PR. By the time I got there my head was pounding and I thought I was on the verge of death. They sent me out to run an errand and while I was with our client my mom called, here’s how that went:

Mom: “Did you go into work?”
Me: “Yes. Why?”
Mom: “Look at the weather! You have to go home! It’s icing everywhere and you won’t be able to make it back.”

I head outside and see that the snow is falling heavier, but generally the weather seems fine. It wasn’t until I got back to the office and checked the traffic report online that I saw there were highways already shut down that I needed to use to get home. Great. Fantastic. I’m sick and stuck 30 miles away from home. I explain this to my supervisors, to which they respond, “Oh, no. We’ve already decided to send you home.”
So I head out assuming it’ll take me about an hour (20 minutes longer than usual) and that I can totally make it before dying. Oh, how I was wrong. So, so very wrong.

Fast forward 3 hours and I’m finally pulling into my driveway. As soon as I step out of my car I immediately throw-up (sorry!) on my lawn. Cinnamon Toast Crunch has definitely tasted better than in that moment. My boyfriend and my brother come running out of the house to help carry my upstairs to my death bed.

The bright side to all of this? I had four math assignments, two mid-term exams, two Criminal Justice assignments, and a German assignment all due this weekend. I was stressing about it all week wondering when I would have time, and then Mother Nature bittersweetly gave me the time. I also got to play in the snow with my boyfriend and Courage, which was awesome. Pics below!