It's Thursday! One more day to Friday and the Lake Wildwood garage sale. Last weekend, it was the south side of the lake, this weekend it's the north side of the lake. That means it's my side and I plan to be up early and hitting the streets.
Last week, my brother and sister-in-law arrived on Friday to stay for the weekend. We planned on hitting the garage sales as soon as they opened on Saturday. At the last minute, we decided to go out for dinner to Feather Falls Casino. They have the BEST food and their prices are reasonable. I was feeling kind of tired, but didn't want to ruin the party.
We decided to play a little. My first twenty went down the drain in no time. That's my clue to stop, the luck's not running my way. We ate dinner--I had a salad, light on the dressing, chicken on the side, and plain iced tea--no sweetners. Once we were done, we went back to the casino. I played another twenty then sat around and waited for the others to finish. I wasn't feeling horrible, just tired, a god-awful tiredness that threatened to force me onto the floor in complete surrender. Then my stomach started in on me. Loud, atrocious noises that would wake the dead. Even though I didn't eat much of the salad it was enough to make me sick. I wanted to crawl into a corner and just die.
I got up and walked the casino, trying to stay awake. Feeling chilly, I went back to the car to fetch my sweater. Oh. My. Goodness. Did the backseat of the car look good. I thought I'd rest my head for just a minute.
Bam, bam, bam...
What the hell?
My eyes, shooting open, caught an instantaneous glimpse of my husband banging on the car door window. Groggy, I sat up and tried to open the door. Every time I pulled the latch, the alarm went off. Finally, I got the door open.
"What are you doing?" he demanded.
"Sleeping." Isn't it obvious?
"Are you sick?"
"A little, mostly tired."
"Oh, okay." He looked puzzled--not knowing what to do. He had a brother-in-law inside and a wife outside. My husband does not like conundrums. .
I made the decision for him. "I'm going back to sleep." Whereupon, I closed the door and laid back down.
Sometime later, I heard voices. My brother, sister-in-law, and my husband were coming back to the car. I jumped out just as they arrived refreshed and ready to drive them home. Knowing they were concerned, I played it off as just being tired. I was a bit worried though, as I'd never done anything like it in my life. But there's always a first-time right?
The following day we hit the garage sales. The infidel I live with, Crohn's, was quiet, thank heaven. Upon returning with my new treasures, I once again grew tired. I sat down on the couch and promptly fell asleep. It was the most restful, relaxing sleep I can remember having in years.
Once again, when I woke up, I felt refreshed and ready to start the evening. We went down to the lake to do a little fishing, came back home, and went to bed.
Since that beautiful restful sleep, I haven't had a Crohn's attack. Nor have I had any pain--skeletal or otherwise. I can't explain it, it just is what it is. I have no idea how long it will last, but I'm thankful for it. To tell you the truth, it's freaking me out. I'm scared to think that most wonderful word: remission. However, even if this lasts just a short time, I am truly thankful. If I can make it to Saturday, I will be one solid week pain free. A first in over seven years.
Hell, I haven't even taken a Tylenol!
Is it possible just to wake up one day and be in remission?
I'll let you know next week.
In the meantime, check out Maer Wilson's new book, Relics. I really enjoyed it.
(((hugs)))
Louann
Last week, my brother and sister-in-law arrived on Friday to stay for the weekend. We planned on hitting the garage sales as soon as they opened on Saturday. At the last minute, we decided to go out for dinner to Feather Falls Casino. They have the BEST food and their prices are reasonable. I was feeling kind of tired, but didn't want to ruin the party.
We decided to play a little. My first twenty went down the drain in no time. That's my clue to stop, the luck's not running my way. We ate dinner--I had a salad, light on the dressing, chicken on the side, and plain iced tea--no sweetners. Once we were done, we went back to the casino. I played another twenty then sat around and waited for the others to finish. I wasn't feeling horrible, just tired, a god-awful tiredness that threatened to force me onto the floor in complete surrender. Then my stomach started in on me. Loud, atrocious noises that would wake the dead. Even though I didn't eat much of the salad it was enough to make me sick. I wanted to crawl into a corner and just die.
I got up and walked the casino, trying to stay awake. Feeling chilly, I went back to the car to fetch my sweater. Oh. My. Goodness. Did the backseat of the car look good. I thought I'd rest my head for just a minute.
Bam, bam, bam...
What the hell?
My eyes, shooting open, caught an instantaneous glimpse of my husband banging on the car door window. Groggy, I sat up and tried to open the door. Every time I pulled the latch, the alarm went off. Finally, I got the door open.
"What are you doing?" he demanded.
"Sleeping." Isn't it obvious?
"Are you sick?"
"A little, mostly tired."
"Oh, okay." He looked puzzled--not knowing what to do. He had a brother-in-law inside and a wife outside. My husband does not like conundrums. .
I made the decision for him. "I'm going back to sleep." Whereupon, I closed the door and laid back down.
Sometime later, I heard voices. My brother, sister-in-law, and my husband were coming back to the car. I jumped out just as they arrived refreshed and ready to drive them home. Knowing they were concerned, I played it off as just being tired. I was a bit worried though, as I'd never done anything like it in my life. But there's always a first-time right?
The following day we hit the garage sales. The infidel I live with, Crohn's, was quiet, thank heaven. Upon returning with my new treasures, I once again grew tired. I sat down on the couch and promptly fell asleep. It was the most restful, relaxing sleep I can remember having in years.
Once again, when I woke up, I felt refreshed and ready to start the evening. We went down to the lake to do a little fishing, came back home, and went to bed.
Since that beautiful restful sleep, I haven't had a Crohn's attack. Nor have I had any pain--skeletal or otherwise. I can't explain it, it just is what it is. I have no idea how long it will last, but I'm thankful for it. To tell you the truth, it's freaking me out. I'm scared to think that most wonderful word: remission. However, even if this lasts just a short time, I am truly thankful. If I can make it to Saturday, I will be one solid week pain free. A first in over seven years.
Hell, I haven't even taken a Tylenol!
Is it possible just to wake up one day and be in remission?
I'll let you know next week.
In the meantime, check out Maer Wilson's new book, Relics. I really enjoyed it.
(((hugs)))
Louann
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