Fevers Ruin Everything.

I've had the worst fever ever, for like 5 or 6 days now. I resisted going to the hospital many times, hoping that with Motrin and Tylenol and fans on and ice packs, that would be enough. But of course it wasn't. I finally went on Friday to the doctors and was diagnosed with Strep. He gave me an antibiotic shot and some pill antibiotics and said I would be good by that night. Which meant I would be able to go to Ink N Iron still. Yaaaaay!!!!! But by 6 PM there was just no way, my fever was up to 104 and I could barely walk across the room to get a glass of water. I cried like a little bitch or brat because I had wanted to go SO bad. Fucking typical. I went two days with 2 hours of sleep. I guess I had insomnia too. I was still fighting the fever on Saturday. I felt good when I woke up, so immediately took a shower, did half my make up and got half of my hair curled before I felt like I was just going to drop to the floor. Rick started yelling how I should be in bed instead of trying to prove some kind of point. I started crying like a little bitch again, Rick gave me two Tylenol PM's that were supposed to knock me out so I could rest up, and possibly go out that night. Nope. Nothing. No sleep still. The fever got worse, so we spent that night in the emergency room until 11:30-ish. They switched my antibiotics, and sent me home.
The next day I felt WAY better, I still felt like I should be taking it easy, but it was the last day of the car show and since I was told by the doc's I wasn't contagious, GODDAMMIT I WAS GOING!!!!!
I must say though, that there were way less cars than last year. There were a few super-nice cars that had been trailered there, but hardly any roadsters, actually hardly anything period. Weird. I guess I didn't miss much anyway. Here are the pictures I stole of the clubs myspace. There's a shot of my big booty from the back.



Another of some cracked out guy that charged $40 to pinstripe some cars, and did such a shitty job, oh man!



The president won an award for one of the 5 best there.



Another guy in the club scalloped his car similar to Rick's, and actually used the same guy Rick had.



Rick's being the bigger person, and not saying much about it, but I'll be the bitch-of-a-wife that says FUCKING BITER! That guy has painted his car 3 different colors that I can remember so I hope it doesn't stay this way for long. I actually think the guy who painted the car should have refused to do it so similar, like maybe a different color or something. I just don't think it was right.





And there's some hot ass chick posing.



The fever's gone now, but I'm still a little sluggish and today will be the last day I let myself be. I mopped last night and made dinner, but today I felt SO tired. So I ordered pizza and will probably do a little more cleaning. This fever has put me in a funk that has been hard to rid myself of. I've finally fixed my hair around 4 this afternoon, I was beginning to look homely, which was making more more depressed and funky. Uh.
Here's the only picture of me in my dress on Sunday, other than that picture of me from a distance walking by a car. I just didn't have it in me to take pictures at the Queen Mary. But trust me, you didn't miss much. Maybe Friday and Saturday were better :(