I Am Gobsmacked
Yeah, I rail, kvetch, and grouse repeatedly about people flaking on me when I need them. However, apparently, when I am in desperate need and am not depending on anyone The Universe will send someone by way of apology.
Last day of Southern, I had two amazing participants come to my rescue. One walked me all the to my booth at the arse end of Faire when she was going in the opposite direction and helped open and set up the booth. The other was one of the Foundry Babes who not only came to check on me, but brought me a bottle of "smart" water which helped immensely.
This past weekend was the same. I'd felt like crap most of Friday, but managed to get to Con. Sadly, my digestive tract was very unhappy with me and refused to keep anything down. I got virtually no sleep that night as I was up and in the loo almost every hour. It got to the point that I looked up the info for nearest Kaiser emergency room. I think I would have gone if I'd had my card on me.
Stomach finally relented sometime around oh-dark-thirty and I was able to sleep until the wake up call at 7 am. Was actually feeling mostly human. Got up to Daly City BART to pick up a passenger and headed off to Pacifca for the first day of Workshops for Dickens Fair. Passenger was kind enough to help schelp and set up in exchange for the ride. I sold lots of books/shiny things and was feeling pretty good. I managed to drink a bottle of water and eat most of a blueberry muffin and, later, a cheeseburger. Passenger helped me pack up at the end of the day and I dropped her off at BART and headed back to Con.
Arrived back at the hotel, and was fading quickly. Tried going to dinner w/ friends. Stomach rebelled at the idea of food, but I did manage to drink a glass of water. About an hour later, my stomach decided it didn't like the food I'd eaten earlier and I made a mad dash to the restroom.
Saturday night was only slightly better than Friday. While I didn't spend all night in the loo, I kept waking up, noticing I felt like crap, and then tossing and turning for a bit before being able to cat nap. Body temp wouldn't regulate. Kept going from freezing cold and chattering teeth to roasting. Felt awful on Sunday morning. No passenger to help unload, but luckily I'd been able to store 98% of my stuff onsite; I just needed to sloooowly schelp it across the courtyard. What would have been maybe a 15 minute task if I'd been feeling normal, took the better part of an hour and left me exhausted.
Survived the day and started packing early. Guess what? The gate they let the vendors in so they could load in and load out easier was locked. That meant a 1/4 mile trip to/from the car for each load. I was determined to do this and not have a melt down. I could do it. It would take me an age, but I could do it. Up steps friend's husband. He notices I'm in rough shape, takes the bookshelf out of my wagon, hefts it and says, "Where are we going?" This wonderful man helped me carry all my stock/fixtures back to the car and Tetris it all in. I honestly don't know if I would have been able to do it without his help.
Managed to get home, have Kevin help me unload the car, take a 20 minute cat nap, then get Kevin and his antique camera all the way down to Los Altos to stage a photo shoot for one of the items on harmanhay's Mad Scavenger Hunt list.
Got home, sent the photos off and crashed. Felling okay, but exhausted this morning. Mint tea and buttered toast seem to be staying down. We shall see how the day goes. My reserves are still pretty drained. Wish I had had a job that offered sick time.
Last day of Southern, I had two amazing participants come to my rescue. One walked me all the to my booth at the arse end of Faire when she was going in the opposite direction and helped open and set up the booth. The other was one of the Foundry Babes who not only came to check on me, but brought me a bottle of "smart" water which helped immensely.
This past weekend was the same. I'd felt like crap most of Friday, but managed to get to Con. Sadly, my digestive tract was very unhappy with me and refused to keep anything down. I got virtually no sleep that night as I was up and in the loo almost every hour. It got to the point that I looked up the info for nearest Kaiser emergency room. I think I would have gone if I'd had my card on me.
Stomach finally relented sometime around oh-dark-thirty and I was able to sleep until the wake up call at 7 am. Was actually feeling mostly human. Got up to Daly City BART to pick up a passenger and headed off to Pacifca for the first day of Workshops for Dickens Fair. Passenger was kind enough to help schelp and set up in exchange for the ride. I sold lots of books/shiny things and was feeling pretty good. I managed to drink a bottle of water and eat most of a blueberry muffin and, later, a cheeseburger. Passenger helped me pack up at the end of the day and I dropped her off at BART and headed back to Con.
Arrived back at the hotel, and was fading quickly. Tried going to dinner w/ friends. Stomach rebelled at the idea of food, but I did manage to drink a glass of water. About an hour later, my stomach decided it didn't like the food I'd eaten earlier and I made a mad dash to the restroom.
Saturday night was only slightly better than Friday. While I didn't spend all night in the loo, I kept waking up, noticing I felt like crap, and then tossing and turning for a bit before being able to cat nap. Body temp wouldn't regulate. Kept going from freezing cold and chattering teeth to roasting. Felt awful on Sunday morning. No passenger to help unload, but luckily I'd been able to store 98% of my stuff onsite; I just needed to sloooowly schelp it across the courtyard. What would have been maybe a 15 minute task if I'd been feeling normal, took the better part of an hour and left me exhausted.
Survived the day and started packing early. Guess what? The gate they let the vendors in so they could load in and load out easier was locked. That meant a 1/4 mile trip to/from the car for each load. I was determined to do this and not have a melt down. I could do it. It would take me an age, but I could do it. Up steps friend's husband. He notices I'm in rough shape, takes the bookshelf out of my wagon, hefts it and says, "Where are we going?" This wonderful man helped me carry all my stock/fixtures back to the car and Tetris it all in. I honestly don't know if I would have been able to do it without his help.
Managed to get home, have Kevin help me unload the car, take a 20 minute cat nap, then get Kevin and his antique camera all the way down to Los Altos to stage a photo shoot for one of the items on harmanhay's Mad Scavenger Hunt list.
Got home, sent the photos off and crashed. Felling okay, but exhausted this morning. Mint tea and buttered toast seem to be staying down. We shall see how the day goes. My reserves are still pretty drained. Wish I had had a job that offered sick time.