Urban Poly Princess

Yesterday evening I had the brilliant idea to walk to my FHE held at a fire station on Golf Course Road. It is only maybe a 15 minute walk from work BUUUT the heat was obnoxious. It felt like 100 degrees but then I'm the girl that makes people freeze because of my AC in my car and house in the summer. I'm also the girl with the mini-fan running at my desk because the AC just isn't enough.

I walked first to the golf course where this stupid girl who worked there didn't know of any stations near. I asked a couple guys who also worked there and it is across the damn street. She is either blind or stupid ... I'm going to go with stupid. I NEVER purposely walk in the sun when it is streaming that much OR when it feels like I'm walking in a heater. The AC inside the small station was so lovely. Unfortunately, the group met outside for the lesson. As in, back in the sweltering heat. Following this we piled into the ambulance for a tour of that.

So I sit there cooking in the heat. I felt like I was placed in a pot with all these other bodies. I REALLY felt like I was going to die. Sooo after asking the fireman a million questions and YES ALL of the firemen were HOT!!! BUT can I appreciate that???!!! NO!!! because I'm dying and I just want to go home. The group is continuing to enjoy their tour and I go back and sit down in the AC. Once I cool down I think alright let's try this again sooo I walk out and have to place my hand on a fire engine because I'm seeing snow like a television with bad reception. I am so out of it and several people are leaving but I don't have strength to ask them for a ride home and my brain isn't as alert as it should be.

I go inside again and sit down again feeling like crap. I get a popsicle hoping that'll make me feel better. It does a little bit but I still want to get out of there. Jen, YES THAT Jen comes over and talks to me and it is THE LAST thing I want to do. I tell her I'm feeling sick. This other girl in my ward is leaving so I ask her if she can drop me off at home. She tells me we can squeeze but she came with someone else and it'll be a little tight. Jen tells me she'll give me a ride home and I ask her when she's leaving. She wasn't there in the beginning so I know she hasn't had the full tour. I think she sees how out of it I am so she tells me she'll take me home. I am so grateful BUUUT I do have enough presence of mind to feel guilty because the girl who gets the hell on my nerves is the one sensitive enough to ask me if I'm alright and then takes me home finally.

First I lay on my bed with the fan on full blast aimed at me. Next I move to the living-room because I quickly make some spaghetti. I had my Big Mac combo with water and the popsicle all day so I am trying to force some food down. I am feeling nauseous and light-headed. I watch Love it or list it on HGTV, eat spaghetti and fall asleep on the couch before I get up at 2am, take out my contacts, wash my face and crash again on my bed.

I feel better. I got up at 7:30 changed my clothes, got ready for work and walked here arriving almost an hour later than I usually get here. I brought almonds, tortilla chips, a carton of ice-cream that I got on sale for a $1 from Maceys, 2 orangesicles and 2 chocolate ice-cream bars. The bars only have 15 carbs. The ice-cream I shouldn't eat but I'm going to anyway.

I haven't heard from Esther and my car is still in her driveway. I need to leave the key there so it can be towed to the dealership Wednesday. My master plan was to do that with whoever I convinced to give me a ride home. I didn't plan on getting ill.

Curtis didn't make it BUUUT for once that was good. I REALLY don't want to see ANYONE when I feel like that. Firemen in Logan maintain the nice stereotype that they are hot. Good to know!!!