Sleepy Monday
I had a lovely weekend, but the week itself is starting out rough.
Saturday, J & I met twelvepetals and her fiancée Jen for brunch at our favorite little French patisserie. The vanilla almond buttercream pastry I had was nothing short of transcendent. Afterwards, the ladies and I headed to Sephora so that I could help them pick out makeup for their nuptuals next weekend, and in the process I also picked up the Hourglass finishing powder I've been circling for months now. It's so very luxe and lovely.
Came home to Jason, took a nap in the sunshine, and then started to feel unexpectedly faint. We had to give Olive her weekly bath, and as I was drying her off, suddenly I felt lightheaded and my heart started racing. Jason had been also beginning to feel unwell, but his manifested as a headache and a stiff neck. My spell passed and we went on to dine on cucumber sandwiches and watch our current tv obsession, Sons of Anarchy.
Sunday, we were both feeling mostly well, so we decided to move ahead with our hike in Antietam. We did a 5.5 mile loop, from the Dunker Church to Burnside Bridge and back, with stops at the Bloody Lane observation tower and the (new?) museum on-site. We saw a teensy tiny fawn sheltering in the shade of a fence, lots of birds, some cows and rabbits. After the hike, feeling more sore than we usually do after a relatively short one, we headed to Harpers Ferry for dinner in the shadow of majestic hills and mountains. That place is like the land that time forgot, seriously. Came home, watched GoT, went to bed.
This morning I was awoken by Jason, asking for help with the cats' morning routine because he needed to go to either Patient First or the ER. A pounding headache was back, accompanied by more stiffness, nausea, and a 101 fever. So we went, and they ran a lot of tests. So far nothing, though the doctor thinks it may be Lyme disease caught extra early. I guess that's possible, but we do tick checks after hikes and I've never seen anything suspicious. I ran to the grocery store for sick-person essentials (soup broth, ginger ale, backup juice in case his blood sugar crashes), and then we both settled in for an extended nap.
I feel a bit better now, though still more tired than I have any right to be. I thankfully don't have a fever or nausea, but my muscles are cramped and sore. Hard to tell if that's a hike on hilly terrain or another symptom of possible ick, though. I'm going to use the second half of the day to pour some resin and gaze out my window at the truly torrential amount of rain we're getting at the moment. Nothing too challenging, as the one thing I've learned about my body is that if I push it when I'm possibly getting sick, it's only likely to get about 10x worse. Rest works better than all the Emergen-C/ Zinc in the world.
Saturday, J & I met twelvepetals and her fiancée Jen for brunch at our favorite little French patisserie. The vanilla almond buttercream pastry I had was nothing short of transcendent. Afterwards, the ladies and I headed to Sephora so that I could help them pick out makeup for their nuptuals next weekend, and in the process I also picked up the Hourglass finishing powder I've been circling for months now. It's so very luxe and lovely.
Came home to Jason, took a nap in the sunshine, and then started to feel unexpectedly faint. We had to give Olive her weekly bath, and as I was drying her off, suddenly I felt lightheaded and my heart started racing. Jason had been also beginning to feel unwell, but his manifested as a headache and a stiff neck. My spell passed and we went on to dine on cucumber sandwiches and watch our current tv obsession, Sons of Anarchy.
Sunday, we were both feeling mostly well, so we decided to move ahead with our hike in Antietam. We did a 5.5 mile loop, from the Dunker Church to Burnside Bridge and back, with stops at the Bloody Lane observation tower and the (new?) museum on-site. We saw a teensy tiny fawn sheltering in the shade of a fence, lots of birds, some cows and rabbits. After the hike, feeling more sore than we usually do after a relatively short one, we headed to Harpers Ferry for dinner in the shadow of majestic hills and mountains. That place is like the land that time forgot, seriously. Came home, watched GoT, went to bed.
This morning I was awoken by Jason, asking for help with the cats' morning routine because he needed to go to either Patient First or the ER. A pounding headache was back, accompanied by more stiffness, nausea, and a 101 fever. So we went, and they ran a lot of tests. So far nothing, though the doctor thinks it may be Lyme disease caught extra early. I guess that's possible, but we do tick checks after hikes and I've never seen anything suspicious. I ran to the grocery store for sick-person essentials (soup broth, ginger ale, backup juice in case his blood sugar crashes), and then we both settled in for an extended nap.
I feel a bit better now, though still more tired than I have any right to be. I thankfully don't have a fever or nausea, but my muscles are cramped and sore. Hard to tell if that's a hike on hilly terrain or another symptom of possible ick, though. I'm going to use the second half of the day to pour some resin and gaze out my window at the truly torrential amount of rain we're getting at the moment. Nothing too challenging, as the one thing I've learned about my body is that if I push it when I'm possibly getting sick, it's only likely to get about 10x worse. Rest works better than all the Emergen-C/ Zinc in the world.