Camping and the Cold

This summer has been a little rough. My family and majority of my good friends live in Wisconsin. I live in Illinois. Summers usually mean I drive up there. A lot. This summer many of my plans have been altered due to my parents dog having a terrible illness. I cannot visit because it is contagious to me and my dog.


So, this past weekend I was supposed to go camping with all my friends and their families. I thought I was going to have to cancel because I have no one to watch my dog. After some thought and discussion I decided to board my dog at the local kennel and pray everything was okay. Then I started feeling a little sick two days before the trip. I felt my trip was doomed. Immediately, I started taking Zicam. It is supposed to reduce the symptoms and shorten the length of a cold. Well, this is great, I thought. I will push through and enjoy my long weekend.


Friday morning I dropped off Lolo at the kennel and he was fine. He actually walked away happy as could be. Huh. That is interesting because at the vet he plops down on his butt and won't budge. Well, have a good weekend pup!

As for myself, I decided to go camping even though I was taking tons of meds to hold off my cold. Zicam was doing its job. I arrive with a good attitude and a desire to get some sun. I come with cold medicine and kleenex in hand. I am prepared. Thank goodness.


So this is how my weekend went:


Friday: My friends D and D come to pick me up at my parents house. When they get there I fond that there is no room in the car for me or my stuff. We have to unpack and repack the car to fit me. Finally, we are able to hit the road. We arrive at the cabin, unpack, put on our bathing suits and hit the beach. Our other friends are already there with their kids so we swim with them and I begin working on my non existent tan. Yes! Summer. Finally, I can enjoy what I have been missing.


Friday night: I take Zicam and carry around my kleenex in a baggie since my nose is a bit stuffy. We cook dinner, enjoy the huge fire and watch my friends husband, J, tear down parts of a tree (this seems to happen every camping trip we take). We look at all the stars and try to find constellations (not easy to do, really, but my friend brought us maps of the stars). We enjoy the great company and finally at midnight we all head to our respective beds. Around 1am a thunderstorm rolled in and then right back out. But all in all not a bad day.


Saturday: I wake up and feel crappy but it is beautiful outside so I take cough medicine, get ready and hit the beach with kids. We decide to take a break from the sun and eat lunch, I take a nap and about an hour later get woken up by kids to go back to beach. Around 3pm I start to feel worse, leave beach to get out of the sun and take more medicine. Then I go hang out with guys up on the deck at one of the cabins. I enjoy the shade and appreciate the lack of humidity. Later in the afternoon my other friend's husband shows us his full moon (his butt) and some stars to go with it. Did not need to see that but she dared him and he delivered.


Saturday night: Get assistance cooking dinner from J. He always helps us out with dinner. He doesn't know this but he is my hero. I decide then to take shower hoping it will make me feel better. I dress for warmth since I am freezing and it is quite a cool night. We all sit by fire and share good jokes and talk about sex and eventually all stumble off to bed.


Sunday: I wake up and feel like death, get dressed, pack up and hit the road to go home.

Get to parents, take nap, get up and shower, drive home, get dog and pass out after taking meds.

Sunday night: sleep.



I took no pictures, which is disappointing but I came home to a dog who was happy to see me and that made it the best.

Also, I found out my friend D caught my cold and is not very happy with me.