Somewhere in Vancouver, somewhere around 1987, we were camping across western Canada for the summer. The older I get, the more I begin to recognize how memory fades. Stories I could have once recounted nearly minute for minute, I can only now remember highlights from; random highlights at that!
Camping is something the good Lord did not design me for. Tents, mosquitoes, outhouses, bugs, these are all things that I was not built for; though I might look like the “outdoorsy” type, I most definitely am not!!
Valet parking, room service, swim up bars…now we’re talking 😉
You can imagine how frustrated the nine-year-old version of myself was when she found out she had mono, weeks into the cross-Canadian-country family vacation, no amount of “flush-toilet” camp grounds could make the trip any better because I was banned from all the swimming pools they usually included.
Who was I kissing at 9 years of age? No one…contrary to popular belief, you don’t need to kiss someone to get mono; and for your information, I didn’t have my first kiss unti I was 20!! So not only did I get this virus without doing anything worthy of my suffering, I also found out later in life it never leaves you!
So now, when I am just recovered from swine flu, I am suffering from the return side effects of mono; namely, FATIGUE.
I couldn’t help but think today, as I took what is quickly becoming a regular afternoon nap, how many things resurface in our lives; often when we least expect it, or least want it! Mono is haunting me in the piggy-flu aftermath.
What haunts you?