One of my biggest nagging concerns is that when I take that covid test the day before I go to the airport, I am going to test positive. I know it is silly. I guess that I'm not going to believe that this trip is actually happening until I am on a plane far out over the Atlantic. Even then, it seems like it can all derail because some yay-hoo decides that s/he's not going to wear a mask and just what is anyone going to do about it anyway?
Anyway, I've been not really inclined to go anywhere unless I have to. I don't want to tempt the fates. Today, I had a couple of errands to run. There was no avoiding it. I woke up with a headache, nothing big, but annoying. Some mornings, I can nip that in the bud just by having my morning cup of coffee. This morning it did not work.
I got myself out of the house and did my two errands, and then got myself back home. I tried to keep myself busy, but that darn little headache thing just hung around. I fixed myself a black bean salad for lunch and decided that after I ate, I would take a couple aspirin. Cara popped up on messenger, and so we visited a bit. In between messages, I grabbed a bottle of aspirin from the bathroom and returned to the conversation. We were talking about Rochester castle. She has an appointment very near to it, and wondered if I'd be averse to going off on my own.
Hell's to the no, I wouldn't mind. I read about the castle in between messages, and when we were done, I gathered up my cup and bowl and headed for the kitchen to wash a few dishes.
But I still had that minor headache thing, and even worse, I was so very tired. Exhausted. I got this sinking feeling that I was coming down with something.
'Great', I thought, and after fighting the tired, after a half hour I just gave up. I sat down on the couch and watched an episode of Midsomer Murders, a rerun, but it just seemed like too much effort to find something else. I really hoped that whatever I was coming down with was short lived.
I got through the afternoon, and I had to walk to the school to meet William. The wind was really picking up, and it really did make me feel a bit more energetic. Not a lot, but enough to get me and one boy home. We cooked supper while he chattered away.
Long story short, I made it through the evening. I even managed to watch Nick Baumgartner and Lindsey Jacobellis take the gold. It really felt like the tiredness was resolving, which made me feel a bit more optimistic.
When we were getting ready for bed, I was a bit shocked to see the unmade bed. I always make the bed. "That's embarrassing," I said to Tim. "I really don't know what my problem is today."
I went into the bathroom and got my teeth brushed and decided to take a couple PM aspirins for that stinking little headache, but I couldn't find the bottle. My excedrine was there. The Tylenol was there. No PM aspirin.
A sudden flash of insight led me to the computer. There it was. Being in the middle of a gab session with Cara, daydreaming about castles and trips, I'd taken two PM aspirin. I was exhausted because I'd drugged myself.
Some days, I am just not the brightest crayon in the box.