And another one bites the dust

p1010030_fotorThe good news is that I now know that my horrible illness was not all stress related. I know this because my darling husband has been lying in bed since noon and is truly unable to move and is subsisting on Pepto-Bismal and watered down fruit juice.

Yes, Simon has been felled by whatever it was that got me. And it’s just going to have to run its course. There’s not much I can do other than stroke his fevered brow (and it is fevered).

Despite that sad news, we both got stuff done today. I seem to be emerging more and more into the land of the living. I did set myself back a bit today – my own darn fault. We had a big load of gravel for the driveway delivered today, which the driver spread beautifully, except of two heaps. Simon started shovelling, working through the beginnings of this awful nausea. So I decided to help with a rake. Even though my back was twinging, I figured I could go on – and I did for a couple of hours until we were completely done (nice driveway!!!). Then, Simon took to the bed while I had lunch and a nap on the couch. Then I loaded up the dogs and went in search of a Silverton creek hike. Didn’t find it and went back to the Galena Trail for an hour or so. That’s when I noticed that I’d done my back no favours.

But I’m standing upright and sitting upright and, knowing the pattern, I expect I’ll be fine in another day or two. That’s when I’m going to get super serious about getting out there.

I put in our membership today for the Kootenay Mountaineering Club. I also made some online purchases. I have realized that if I’m going to do any shopping for the home here, it’s all going to be online – or at least most of it. And that’s fine too. I’m not a big fan of shopping.

What I want to do now is start being useful and productive. Clearly I’m rising back out of the depths. I want to start writing – I have real work to do. I don’t feel quite there yet. Tomorrow? The next day? Very soon. I ambitiously thought I’d bake bread today and make a big pot of soup. Not going to happen. Tomorrow? Maybe.

I know I’m not 100 percent yet. I think I’d be wise to give myself permission to re-enter the world of boundless activity slowly – one step at a time. And meanwhile, I also have a very ill husband to look after. In this case, I can say with real honesty, I truly know how he’s feeling.

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Writer, avid(!!!) hiker - living life to the fullest. Love, life, bliss - getting high on getting high (in the alpine that is)
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