after getting out of the ER I spend the rest of that day and the entirety of the next day bedridden in the hotel. The day after that I manage to go snorkeling. That was a good day albeit I still feel pretty shit. I fly home on Friday.
I get to my apartment at 6 and I'm completely shot but I head out the door almost immediately to meet Zoe and her oldest childhood friend cause zoe is about to leave for two weeks and I fancy her. We're at a bar and in walks another girl I'm seeing, Jessica. I do not handle this situation well. Jessica is not pleased. Zoe and I have what is essentially our first fight in front of her oldest childhood friend who I just met two hours ago. A friend of my ex wife who I guess is friends with both Zoe AND Jessica comes over to twist the knife. Things are eventually resolved.
I wanted to leave early that night but don't feel I can go on a sour note so I head back to Zoe's to hang out for a bit and don't get out of there until 5 am. For those keeping score that's essentially my 3rd all nighter of the past 6 days. I get maybe two hours of sleep. I'm woken up by two 'hey we need to talk cause your in trouble' texts from Zoe and my ex wife. I spend the entirety of that day having high intensity emotional conversations with those two. Both conversations go really well all things considered. I'm getting officially divorced sometime in the early next year.
I wake up today with a ruthless cold. Presumably my body is giving out from the stress.