The bed is still a disaster, and they gave us an extra room to use for sleeping (because my mom didn’t want to have to move rooms at 8pm[or at all, really]), but my mom is still attempting to sleep on the small part of the bed that isn’t completely a sink hole. We’re on the bed she used last night (and in which we napped after breakfast because the baby and I were ready to sleep some more, she because she’s a baby and I because I had a horrible night in the sink hole bed). But we have the room next door in case my mom realizes she can’t sleep in the bad bed after all. We shall see what happens. But I am glad to be able to sleep tonight. Yay.
Oh, I got really ill today. Lack of food, lack of hydration, and lack of cool air all but really hard around 1pm, and I could barely stand up or walk or talk. I was woozy and struggling to function and keep my eyes open, even. But my mom drove us around the corner quickly to a restaurant, a lady inside – not the first one who totally ignored me as I waited by the sign that said to ‘Wait Here for Assistance’ – understood the urgency when I asked if they had orange juice and if I could have some now, and I was able to sit at the counter, drink the OJ, set my cheeks on the cool countertop, and then out a cool paper towel on my neck that the lady then brought me. It all helped. I didn’t feel great, but I felt functional again, and so went and sat at a table with my mom and baby, and we ordered and ate lunch. I ate a lot and felt much better over the next hour or two. I felt normal probably after the food had digested enough to give me the missing nutrients.
So, we know that I can’t start tomorrow with the crappy hotel breakfast again. But that’s good information to have. Haha. Now we won’t rely on it or trust it.
Silly anecdote resulting from all of that: Because I wasn’t okay after the midday Mass, my mom told me just to get into her car, even though we had driven separately. I was worried about my car, since I had parked in a gated area for the church’s parking. I thought they might lock the gates after a while after Mass. But I also identified that it was not a good idea for me to drive at the moment. So, after we finished eating and I was starting to feel okay again – and I cannot emphasize enough how horribly unwell I was – I wanted to get directly back to my car. Naturally, my mom had totally forgotten that my car was still at the church. We went back – and we’re talking about a distance of about five blocks here – and, sure enough, the gates were shut and my car was the only one left inside. It looked like there might be a sensor for cars to exit, but we couldn’t find a way inside, even on foot, even through the church. Everything was locked up and everyone was gone. Fortunately, it was early afternoon on a Tuesday, so someone answered at the nearby church offices, and someone came by to open the gates for me to get the car. However, it all just felt so silly, having my car locked up at church. Haha. It also felt weird to say, honest as it was, that we had had a sort of medical emergency. Because we had. It seemed mostly like I had had low blood sugar, and the heat was just exacerbating that. But it was no joke, and we were worried for my well-being. Fortunately, my mom and I both know me and both know symptoms of all sorts of things to be able to tell that food and drink would be the most likely help for what I was experiencing. (If you ever have low blood sugar in a bad way, juice is the fastest way to kick it up in a hurry. It doesn’t maintain well, since juice is so high in sugar, but it will give a spike to blood sugar quite quickly, as was the case for me today.)
Thank you, God, for the love and family of today. Please, keep my husband and baby and mom safe and whole, and make them all well. Please, keep us together as a family. In your name, I pray. Amen.
Post-a-day 2025
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