Karma is spelled m-o-n-o (T-Minus 331 Days)

Yeesh, the last three weeks have flown by. Time got away from me while I was, quite literally, sleeping for days on end.

You may have heard this one before, but Karma can be a bit of a bitch. I knew hooking up with someone on the road, while still seeing someone back home would come back to bite me somehow. It had to; what goes around comes around. I just didn’t see this one coming.

On April 4, I was diagnosed mono.

No, I’m not 17-years old and making out with boys under the bleachers after lacrosse practice. Been there, done that and somehow came through unscathed. I am a self-respecting 29-year old professional woman … with the kissing disease.

I had been battling what I thought was a quality nagging cold for a few weeks now and I thought it would go away once work calmed down a bit and I wasn’t gone all the time. Turns out the adrenaline was the only thing keeping me going and once I stopped my body shutdown. It wanted no mas.

I’m not sure I have ever felt as miserable as I did that week. Or slept as much. Everything, quite simply, hurt, ran, pounded, hacked, swelled or was, in some way, gross.  

The added factor to fuel the misery was of course having to tell, not just one, but two, guys they were exposed to something they probably haven’t thought about since Backstreet Boys and N Sync were duking it out at the top of the pop charts.

Turns out The M-P had it already, so he wasn’t too stressed and checked in throughout the week to see if I needed anything. As sweet and thoughtful as ever. Of course.

Sparks was a slightly different case. I mean, it’s not exactly something you tell a man that inspires the feeling of wanting to make an effort to be seen again, especially not sooner rather than later. He took it in stride though, asked what he should be on the lookout for and, of course, wished me well in my recovery. But man, nothing like a communicable disease to kill the flow and momentum and a potential budding relationship.

In the last couple weeks, we have rebounded from the weirdness and have broached the semi-awkward topic of if we want to see each other again. Planners have been pulled out and flights priced. Once a few more things shake out on the professional end, a weekend can be picked.

Until then, I’m feeling pretty fantastic for the first time in almost a month and a half and looking forward to everything spring has to offer – in all aspects of life.