With a life dedicated to being a voice behind the sports world, journalist Sarai Nazaire worked her way through the ranks to become one of the youngest and most sought after faces for sports television. Her will and honor to not only be accurate in...
It's like I've been awakened Every rule I had you break it It's the risk that I'm taking I ain't never gonna shut you out
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You ever felt like you've been hit by a car, survived it, and as soon as you go to stand on your feet, you end up getting hit by an eighteen-wheeler truck?
No?
Well, that's how I've been feeling since I woke up this morning. I've suddenly morphed into a milk chocolate toned dragon who breathes fire from the depths of my chest and straight out of my throat. Every word spoken comes with an excruciating aching that Tylenol refuses to ease. The tea and honey are barely doing anything to subdue the rough cough that began just yesterday. Oh, and the body aches? I might as well just lay down in the middle of the floor and pray the Lord has mercy on me at some point.
"I don't know how the hell you made it through the entire show like that. You really are crazy sometimes." Anna pulled my box braids into a high ponytail as I slouched my frame even further down into the styling chair. I'm conning myself into believing that the slump position will give me a few seconds of relief from the aches I'm having.
The chills trickling everywhere have left me shivering under a throw blanket I took from home. If anyone on set didn't know any better, you'd think I've been standing outside in the blistering soon to be winter air. Thank God I sat through the lengthy amount of time to allow her to put the braids in on Saturday night. With the way I'm covered in perspiration, any straightened or curled hairstyle would have left me looking like an extra left out of a Soul Glow commercial.
"It irritates me to have to call out at the last minute. That typically leaves production scrambling to try and fill in gaps. If I were in their shoes, I know it would be a headache for me, so I don't like to do it to them. On Saturday, I e-mailed both Amy and Chip to let them know that I feel pretty shitty and to clear my schedule for the next two days pending further notice. I'm hoping it passes by then."
The last time I had a cold, it was right at the very end of winter and it felt like nothing more than a bad headache and the sniffles. A couple of home remedies and a few over the counter products had me feeling much better within two or three days, but what I'm feeling now? I don't know what the hell is going on. Rite Aid literally showed up to the medical office at the studio and offered the flu shot to everyone, through our insurances, as a curtesy, so it better not be that. I can't stand getting injections, so it would be one hell of a disservice if I allowed them to inject that medication into me only for it to not work out in my favor.
"Are you going to go to the doctor?"
"Probably tomorrow. It's too late to do any of that today. Once I drop Taylor off at the airport, I'll head straight there." Though I'm so accustomed to living on my own, I can admit to being sadden about Taylor heading out to Los Angeles tomorrow.
