Why don’t I listen to my own good sense? Saturday I found myself thinking that lately the quality of my daily diet has declined. I’ve been hitting the sweets too hard and “indulging” too often in fatty snacky foods. With my trip to Thailand only 60 days away, I told myself “my real treat is a two-week vacation in an exotic place on the other side of the world, so I don’t need to pollute my system with a bunch of Kit Kat bars and ice cream sundaes.”
But? Saturday afternoon, I absent-mindedly scarfed up some of those Halloween-sized candy bars as I sat down and relaxed after a five-hour volunteer stint at the Big Top. I wasn’t too wiped out: it had been pretty quiet, the day with the lowest projected passenger traffic of the week (around 120,000 if I recall correctly). I had some nice conversations with the young TSA guy who’d been assigned to hang around the same spot I was working. Turns out we own the same kind of mini-laptop. I did my best to let him answer questions from all the young women and took care of the older folks.
By bedtime I felt distinctly unwell, and by Sunday morning I was Officially Sick. Digestive upsets, a fever of 101 degrees F and a lot of aches all over. Yep, I was one miserable human unit.
Not to say the candy caused it. But I swear, at this moment I would prefer starvation to consuming a single piece of chocolate candy. Bless my neighbor for walking the puppy for me yesterday, ’cause I really did not feel up to much beyond consuming Vitamin Water and nibbling saltines and taking Advil and napping.
Happily, this morning the fever is gone. I still feel kind of wobbly, but was ready for more of a first-thing-after-getting-out-of-bed walk than Jasper was. Seriously: after we’d been out for a few minutes and he’d had his big pee, I turned to head down the block as we usually go and then realized he’d scampered back up the steps in front of our building. Huh? I tried to convince him we could walk more, but he just wanted to come inside. This is all opposite from normal: Jasper wants to stay outside approximately forever and I have to herd him back home after awhile. (Maybe he knows I’m thinking of dropping him off at doggie day care on my way downtown and wants me to get on with it and get him there?)
