To celebrate my arrival back in Colorado four years ago — and my ability to walk — my friends and I were going to take a hike today. But…
I got a sinus infection. It started showing up last Friday with pain in my neck and a migraine. My migraines don’t hurt; they’re just ocular migraines. That progressed to swollen glands and fatigue, pain in my sinuses. I knew what it was but who wants that?
These things don’t go away and all the mental energy put toward denying their existence is a symptom of an illness… Last night I woke up with a fever and thought, “I’m not going hiking. I’m going to the doctor.” Third thing this morning, I called and made an appointment.
When I went out to the car, a flock of about 20 Sandhill Cranes flew directly over me, calling out. I waved, said, “Hello! I love you! Safe travels!” and I went to Del Norte where my doctor is.
And now I have antibiotics.
I guess my celebration is that tomorrow I might feel better. The cranes are back. Maybe Dusty, Bear and I might go to the slough (were the creepy guy doesn’t go) and maybe we’ll see more cranes.