If I wasn’t having a strange enough trip last night the heating unit in my room went haywire. I like to sleep on the cooler side so initially it didn’t bother me that things felt a bit brisk. By the time the football game ended I began to get concerned as I had set the heat to 65 and the box on the wall read 61. Okay, not the worst thing in the world. So I bumped the temp up thinking they had some setting wrong and I needed to call for a ridiculous temperature to make it feel normal. I went to bed thinking it would work itself out during the night.
I prefer a double queen room. I get a bed for my bag and clothes as well as a second set of pillows which I take advantage of at least one because I am nothing if not a pampered princess. So when I woke up at 2:00am with a cold exposed nose and a slight shiver I had no choice but to completely break the second bed down. I should mention that the thermometer read 52 degrees in my room which apparently falls outside of my comfort zone. Acting like a newly awakened zombie I flung everything off of the second bed, tore off the sheets and comforter, piling it all atop my current sleep chamber. Lined pillows all around myself and rolled back and forth until all edges were tucked under like a special needs burrito.
I thought I would warm up but it never really happened. By the time I awoke for good at 5:30am the top of my head was cold, I still had a bit of the shivers, and the thing on the wall read 50. I took a skin scalding shower which corrected my core temperature problem and headed out for the day with a stop by the front desk to request assistance. I also apologized for the general state of the room but I explained that I went into survival mode and could not take complete responsibility.
I was only going in to the office today to make sure the weekends ran as expected. I love the guy that manages this operation and he and his team did not disappoint. So by the time I got back a couple hours later the front desk let me know that it wasn’t a quick fix and they had another room ready for me to relocate. That is where I sit right now typing this nonsense.
I also had the wildest dreams whilst drifting in and out of hypothermia. At one point I was hanging out with this survivalist camping weirdo I watch on social media and I kept asking him where the hell we were and he would not answer. I finally woke up when some part of my brain was asking why I was camping with that dude on the frozen tundra. Good to know that all of my logic doesn’t drift away when I sleep. And now I need to turn up the heat because my brain doesn’t like the memory of last night.
Side thought: I do wonder what my permanent record with the Marriott corporation looks like. I try to be a good guest but there have definitely been some things…