I lost my grandfather on Sunday--as in, he passed away. It wasn't unexpected, as he'd been in bad shape for a while and we knew that he could pass at any time. Still, as much as I thought I was prepared for it, it's a shock when it happens. Preparation is one thing, but grieving is another, and I hadn't started the grieving process until he actually passed on.
I'm almost reluctant to dovetail this topic into a discussion of ME for fear of appearing to have my priorities misplaced. But this blog is, after all, about ME, so I'll set aside my grief for a moment and talk about how it has affected my health.
It's a double-jeopardy situation. First, there's the emotional stress. More experienced PWMEs tell me that emotional stress can cause crashes. This is my first go-around so I'll have to take their word for it. It certainly hasn't helped.
Then there's the unplanned, last minute trip to the funeral. Missing this funeral is simply not an option unless I, myself, am dead.
My grandfather happened to live on Santa Catalina Island, which lies about 26 miles off the California coast. So that's where the funeral is. This means we're making last minute ferry reservations and last minute hotel reservations. It also means travelling with an infant and probably 100 pounds of luggage, mostly baby equipment. That trip begins tomorrow. Sounds like a crash in the making, right? As the late Billy Mays would say, "but wait, there's more!"
Yesterday I woke with a sore throat. By late afternoon, it was clear that a pretty serious crash was building. The body aches and heavy fatigue were setting in and my body temperature had dropped to 96.7, as happens sometimes when I crash. By this morning, my nose was stuffed and it was clear that this crash would be among my worst. I'm certain that this is a "sick on top of sick" situation, meaning I caught a virus that precipitated the crash.
I'm in survival mode right now. I just need to get through this weekend somehow.
Making matters worse is that we're supposed to travel across country next weekend for my cousin's wedding in New York. We'll see how this crash progresses, but I may have to back out of that trip. I just need to do whatever it takes to get back on my feet, so long as "whatever it takes" doesn't mean missing this funeral.