One year ago today, Ambrose and I were visiting Big Creek. A fatal plane crash occurred. I held carry the survivor to the road. I could not weep, even as Ambrose wept that night in the tent.
Today, I woke up in a hotel room, alone. My tummy was feeling less terrible, but my head was still hurting. I had been letting out copious gas all night, which has continued through the day.
I got some hotel breakfast, but didn’t eat most of what I grabbed. Things haven’t been tasting right since I vomited out my nose on Thursday night. I’m hoping that goes away soon.
I napped a bit before heading home. I kind of wanted to stay longer, but I wanted to get home more. I got a cup of coffee at the hotel, then stopped at a Sonic to get a giant slushie for the drive.
I ended up stopping twice for the bathroom twice, one time at a gas station where I also filled up my tank. I got home safely, with no traffic or other excitement.
Once home, I showered and then spent some time in my bedroom where the lights are dim listening to an audiobook. Then I tried to eat some food, with partial success. I’m not feeling nauseous per se, but it’s been hard to eat today.
I had movies on for most of the afternoon, but I was only watching some of the time. I kept the volume low, and I wore my dark overglasses mostly. Subtitles off to reduce reading. I’ve been icing my head.
I hope I’m feeling better in the morning after a night in my own bed. The wind has been blowing this evening. I luv prefer that to the traffic sounds at least night’s hotel room orv the thumping music of the previous night’s hotel room.
Getting closer and closer to that one year.
I really hope I’m okay to do my backpacking trip over the weekend of the 4th.
My sweet potato slips have sprouted roots. I might try to plant them tomorrow if I’m feeling up to it and up early enough.
