We started our vacation in Walker, MN on Sept 19th ( I think that was the date...anyway, it was that weekend). Paul participated in a marathon through the woods. Our trip started off a bit hectic. Before Paul left for the race, he asked the front desk person at the hotel for a late check out. The guy said that would be fine and for Paul to pick a time. Paul told him 1:30. At about 10:00 I got a call from the front desk telling me that we needed to be out by 12:30! I was a little paniced as I didn't know how I was supposed to load all of our stuff with Alex. I had planned on taking Alex to see Paul finish, but I wasn't set on that as it would be right in the middle of Alex's nap time. Once we had to get out I didn't have an option. We needed to be at the end, so Paul would know what was going on. Thankfully Alex has a sleeping pod which is like a little tent with an air matress. I zipped Alex up in his "cage" and slowly got the car loaded. Alex didn't take a liking to the process. We got to the finish line at about 11:45. Because of the terraine, it took Paul about 20-25 minutes longer to finish. Not thinking, I had only packed shorts for Alex. All these little old ladies would walk by and tell me how cold he must be. Once Paul finished I had to take him back to the hotel to shower in some public thing. I guess it all worked out...I was just frazzled.
We made it to my aunt's house on Sunday. That day my throat started to hurt, but I thought it was just allergies. We woke up Monday morning and my glands were really swollen, and it was difficult to swallow. I called my doctor back in Fargo, and he had me go to the hospital to get my blood drawn. Since I wasn't a patient, it took forever. Once we got home I tried to take a little nap. The doctor had called back and nothing was really showing up in my blood work, so I was advised to call back if it got worse. On Tuesday morning we got up early and headed for Padre Island. I had gotten worse and started icing my neck and taking Tylenol. On the way down we stopped in Refugio which was where I had lived. We went by our old house and also to visit a couple of people. We got settled in our condo on the island and hit the sack.
Wednesday I was useless. I tried to sit on the beach but was miserable. Alex loved playing in the sand. He wasn't too wild about the water. I think he was more afraid of the noise and the current pulling against him. Paul and I played in the water a little bit. Paul loved going out and riding the waves!
By Thursday I had had enough of the pain. I called the doctor again and he had me go in to the ER for an evaluation and blood check. We spent 4 hours there. All the doctor did was order a blood draw and hand me the results. He then asked me what he needed to do! I called my doctor and gave the nurse the report. By that time my doctor had left so his colleague had to call the shots. The ER doctor in TX was leary of letting me leave with my levels low, but he wanted my primary doctor to make the call. I ended up with an antibiotic and Tylenol 3. By Friday morning I had made almost a complete turn around. I was finally able to enjoy our vacation. Paul and I spent a lot of time in the water and trying to coax Alex out a little bit further. Each day he got a little braver but never really got excited about the water. Saturday we went out for souveniers and Paul took me to Catfish Charlie's , so I could finally enjoy fresh seafood. Sunday we had to head home.
I had been looking forward to this trip for a very long time. I guess things never really turn out the way we plan. Oh well, what can you do?