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Yesterday, my friend Nick and I went back to the same kayak place we'd gone last week. It was hot and sunny and perfect. I decided to try stand-up paddleboarding (SUP, as the kids are calling it) while Nick took another kayak. Getting on the board was shaky at first, but once I was standing on it, I found my balance pretty well. It took me a while to get comfortable rowing it, so it was very slow going at first, and I realized after like half an hour that my knees had been locked the whole time because I was so tense. I let myself relax a little bit and actually got pretty comfortable on it. The river is super calm there, so if I was going to fall off, it was going to be 100% my own clumsiness and not the fault of a rapid or a wave or something. But I paddled around for 90 minutes without falling! Then Nick and I swam in the river for a little while before heading back home.
On the drive home, my eyelids started getting really heavy, and it was all I could do to make it to my bed at all before I was completely passed out. I had an alarm set for an hour later because I was going to pick Toby up and then meet another friend for a little evening hike. When my alarm went off, I felt crazy groggy, and never really could shake that for the rest of the evening. I had fun hanging out, but I just felt more and more off as the night wore on. I didn't have any appetite at all, either, which is totally abnormal for me.
By 10pm, I was feeling pretty gross, so I went to bed. Getting up the stairs was a huge challenge, and once I was in bed, I couldn't even roll over comfortably. I had no strength left at all. Toby took care of me, though. He tucked me in and got me water and helped me get as comfortable as possible. He also gave me my prescriptions along with some BayerPM so I could conk out. Then roundabout 1am, I got up feeling like I had to poop. So I went to the bathroom and realized, oh, wrong end. I haven't thrown up so violently since I was a little kid. The content was like 90% solid. I puked several times, then when I was confident I was done, I brushed my teeth and drank a bunch of water. Toby was up waiting for me when I came out of the bathroom, and he proceeded to tuck me in again, get me another painkiller, and some gatorade and cold water from downstairs. I fell asleep pretty soon after and was able to sleep comfortably for the rest of the night.
I woke up feeling gross but not ill. Normally I drive Toby to the train in the morning, but he insisted on letting me stay in bed, so he took a Lyft. But not before getting me more cold water and a breakfast bar to eat when I felt ready. What a guy.
I mostly slept until noon, then got up and showered and came downstairs for some food. I've been drinking carbonated water to maybe help my stomach feel better (though no signs of more barfing) and eating crackers for the last hour. I feel okay. Not great, but the worst is over, and I plan to still host trivia tonight. I'm glad it wasn't worse, because if it was the flu or something, I wouldn't be able to be a good host for Emily (if she even still wanted to come!) this weekend. But I think I'm on the mend. Just going to keep taking it super easy the rest of the day until trivia time, and definitely won't be drinking tonight. Then Em gets here tomorrow!
On the drive home, my eyelids started getting really heavy, and it was all I could do to make it to my bed at all before I was completely passed out. I had an alarm set for an hour later because I was going to pick Toby up and then meet another friend for a little evening hike. When my alarm went off, I felt crazy groggy, and never really could shake that for the rest of the evening. I had fun hanging out, but I just felt more and more off as the night wore on. I didn't have any appetite at all, either, which is totally abnormal for me.
By 10pm, I was feeling pretty gross, so I went to bed. Getting up the stairs was a huge challenge, and once I was in bed, I couldn't even roll over comfortably. I had no strength left at all. Toby took care of me, though. He tucked me in and got me water and helped me get as comfortable as possible. He also gave me my prescriptions along with some BayerPM so I could conk out. Then roundabout 1am, I got up feeling like I had to poop. So I went to the bathroom and realized, oh, wrong end. I haven't thrown up so violently since I was a little kid. The content was like 90% solid. I puked several times, then when I was confident I was done, I brushed my teeth and drank a bunch of water. Toby was up waiting for me when I came out of the bathroom, and he proceeded to tuck me in again, get me another painkiller, and some gatorade and cold water from downstairs. I fell asleep pretty soon after and was able to sleep comfortably for the rest of the night.
I woke up feeling gross but not ill. Normally I drive Toby to the train in the morning, but he insisted on letting me stay in bed, so he took a Lyft. But not before getting me more cold water and a breakfast bar to eat when I felt ready. What a guy.
I mostly slept until noon, then got up and showered and came downstairs for some food. I've been drinking carbonated water to maybe help my stomach feel better (though no signs of more barfing) and eating crackers for the last hour. I feel okay. Not great, but the worst is over, and I plan to still host trivia tonight. I'm glad it wasn't worse, because if it was the flu or something, I wouldn't be able to be a good host for Emily (if she even still wanted to come!) this weekend. But I think I'm on the mend. Just going to keep taking it super easy the rest of the day until trivia time, and definitely won't be drinking tonight. Then Em gets here tomorrow!