A trip to Vegas with my honey, a limo ride wine tasting with friends, dinner and dancing until the wee hours....
THEN the flu hit me.
I thought I was sore and tired from dancing and the wine.
Nope, fever set in and the aches continued.
Then the fever went away and came back for days...through my actual birthday last Wednesday.
That night my mom had planned a dinner out.
I had a 101 fever.
Originally she planned a surprise party then told me about it because she was cancelling it. This because I had planned my own event the weekend before.
Nonetheless, it was going to be the five of us and my parents.
I nearly called to cancel at the last minute and begged my hubby and DQ to tell me if there was any last minute surprises I should expect.
No and nope were the answers.
I barely did my hair, dressed shabbily and headed out the door. I was cold and tired and I'm sure the bags under my eyes could contain my wardrobe.
We walk into the restaurant and are led to the "side room" where larger than 7 people events are held.
I KNEW it, and I looked and felt like crap, and the doors opened to SURPRISE and photo flashes that immediately made my head throb.
Oh the sweetness though of the thought and preparation that my mom and my oldest put into a Hawaii-themed (LOVE) surprise party for me!!
Friends and family hugged though I warned them of my plague.
The night was fun, the food fab, the friends and family the best.
By the end of the night I was feeling better and I passed out when I got home.
It wasn't until Friday where the fever was all gone, and I felt semi-human again.
Now for Monday...
My first mammogram ever and I'm terrified.
Not of the procedure, but of the wait for the results.
My aunt (mom's sister) passed from breast cancer at age 39 back in 1966.
This growing old thing...tiring and scary.
Sometimes I want to be 20 again.