June 9, 2025 Homesick Vs. Home, Sick

 I have always subscribed to the notion that the best part of traveling is coming back home. As much as I loved Ireland, walking into our house was the cherry on the cake of a fantastic experience.

Of course, I had compiled a list of "things to do when we get back", and even though I came home as an incubus of viral plague (a roaring sinus infection), I couldn't let that deter me. Before asking why I didn't go to the clinic, I always give myself time to fight off whatever comes up first, unless there is a fever present. I have a pretty strong immune system.

I wasn't sick the entire trip. I believe it was brought on by Tuesday evening, singing along with an amazing three-man band following supper in the last few days before heading back. I woke up raspy, thinking it was the enthusiastic crowd performance, egged on by the band. That progressed over the next couple of days, culminating in being deaf in one ear after the two flights, lots of snots, and a productive cough. I convinced myself that a couple of nights in my own bed would be the ultimate cure-all. 

So, I planted, weeded, mowed, washed loads and loads of laundry, replenished the fridge, set up the decks, baked bread, cared for a post-knee surgery 16 year old...and on and on...all while pushing the head distress out of consideration.

Now, several boxes of Puffs and gallons of water later, I finally succumbed to the residual fatigue that's hung on as the sore throat, congestion, and cough have all subsided. I actually did "rot" days this weekend. 

Wearing a baggy pair of flannel sleep pants and a coffee-stained tee, along with my fluffy robe, I became ensconced on the sectional. I watched Coco Gauff win the French Open, multiple movies, the Fever win over Chicago. There is a lot to be said for giving yourself permission to just be, and let your body recover.

I'm happy to report that I feel more normal this morning, looking forward to getting out in the yard to water and weed, taking care of the birds and squirrels. I'm even contemplating moving the kitchen pile in the dining room so I can finish hanging things that have had to wait since I painted. One more room completed as I valiantly grasp for the last shreds of my patience, waiting for the kitchen.

Shower time! Thanks for stopping by. ☘


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