Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Whine, Wine, Whine

This is our second day of summer.  Or our second day of really hot weather anyway.  Ninety-ish out in the sun.  Since we haven't had any rain in a month, just these two days have hit the garden hard.

Papa Pea couldn't sleep much last night because we couldn't get the house cooled off and it was not comfortable.  I couldn't sleep because I developed a sore throat.  You never know how often you unconsciously swallow during a night's sleep . . . until you have a sore throat.

As the day has gone on, a headache and slight pain in both ears have entered the mix.  So far it's not really a cold.  No cough or drippy nose.  I've know something was wrong for a couple of days.  Sure, I've been working hard between the garden, the wood working, and all the usual stuff but rather than just feeling tired, I was feeling yucky.  Not good. Uncomfortable.  These germs were obviously invading my body and trying to take hold.

I feel I've got no one to blame but myself.  There's been enough physical work going on around here this summer that I thought I could let myself be over-indulgent in . . . dum-da-dum-dum . . . sugar.  Now I'm paying the price.  The body just has to work too hard to process an overload of sugar.  Or at least my body does.  I know this yet I fell of the sensible nutrition wagon, right on my head.

I staggered out to the garden this morning to check the shell peas.  Oh, how I was hoping they wouldn't have to be picked until tomorrow.  No such luck.  Big, fat pods were hanging everywhere and when I touched them, they felt absolute hot.  This is NOT pea growing weather, and I felt I had to get them out of that broiling sun.

My dear husband dropped what he was working on and came out to pick with me.  I think he (wisely) figured this was easier than hefting my unconscious body back into the house after I passed out in the heat.  Sitting at the kitchen table shelling the peas (and then processing them) was a task I could almost handle.  Although I did crash on the bed for an hour nap right in the middle of the job.

After dinner tonight, much of the garden was wilted and hanging limply, and I knew I had to get some water on it.  I especially don't want to chance losing the blueberries and raspberries that are bearing heavily right now.  I had to use the hose to water because much of the garden is so tall our sprinkler arrangement wouldn't do the trick.  I got a little less than halfway done when I felt the hose was too heavy for me to hold any longer.  (Yup, pitiful, but that's how I felt.)  Papa Pea came out and saved my bacon again by finishing the job for me.  It took him almost an hour.  I know I couldn't have done it.

Geesh, I just HATE it when I feel so beat up and run down and weak.  It doesn't happen very often but when it does it sure does make me appreciate how great I feel 99.9% of the time.

When Chicken Mama stopped by tonight she asked how I was feeling and I gave her a report.  I said I'd been drinking a lot trying to flush the germies out of my system.

"Not alcohol, I hope," she said.

No, dear, not alcohol.  No wine.  Just a lot of whine, whine, whine.

14 comments:

Carolyn said...

I'm sorry you're feeling so crummy. Nothing worse than a summer cold. Wait, there is something worse than a summer cold.....one when you've got a homestead to take care of. Good ol' Papa Pea, he's a keeper.

Tombstone Livestock said...

Would you like some cheese with your whine, LOL. Hey, 90 degrees, I wish, that's 20 degrees cooler than it was here on Monday, along with the thunder and lightning, and 5 minutes of large rain drops that did not even wet down the dust. I played Mary Poppins trying to cover the hay stack, by the time I got it covered the rain stopped. Take care, no fun being sick especially in the heat. I end up turning the hose on myself when I have to water critters twice a day, just to cool down. Hope you are feeling better tomorrow, that garden needs you.

Freedom Acres Farm said...

I'm doing okay so far but my hubby didn't do hardly anything today before he left for work. He said he felt yucky! That almost never happens! This is not good - you've got me worried now. I don't need him down and out!

Sue said...

Sorry you've got the creepy cruds. Hope you're better soon!!!
I think it's GOOD to fall off the wagon once in awhile and feel cruddy--it's just proof and motivation that GOOD food is the only way to go.
Hugs to you. Some good food and a little rest will do the trick.

Sparkless said...

Oh dear that sounds miserable. I hope you are feeling better soon.

Stephanie said...

Oh poor Mama Pea! Hope you can just let your body rest today dear lady....make yourself do it. I'm sure Papa Pea would much rather have a healthy wife in a day or two, than have you out there fighting to get stuff done, and being down for longer. Hugs!

DFW said...

I sure hope you feel better soon. It's just not like you to not finish a job!

Mama Pea said...

Everyone - Thanks so much for the well wishes. I had a miserable night last night, don't think I slept more than two hours total because of the aches all over my body that kept me from getting into a comfortable position. All part of the creepy crud (as Sue labels it). More blueberries, raspberries, yellow beans to pick today. And wouldn't ya know it, the green beans have started now, too. Man-oh-man, what a perfectly terrible time of the year to be operating on one (maybe it's more like one-half a)cylinder. But I'm a tough old bird and we'll make it through this.

Susan said...

This is what happens when you have to rush around and cram summer into a week! What a weird, wacky and all out lapalooza season you've had! And there is nothing worse than trying to keep up with the harvest whilst having the creepy crud. Hang in there, Mama Pea -- autumn is coming!

2 Tramps said...

Be careful and get some rest - sounds like the bug Tramp 1 is just getting over. He ended up at the Dr. twice in seven days and he isn't the kind of guy to miss even one day of work. Hope that you have cooler weather again very soon. Winter sounds inviting, doesn't it?

Mama Pea said...

Susan - Oh, yeah, autumn is coming . . . but if we get the lovely, long autumn the garden needs, there will be no rest for this wicked person until winter. Then (I really am going to do it this year) I am going into hibernation. Or collapsing. Whichever comes first.

Mama Pea said...

2 Tramps - Oh, boy! Does winter EVER sound inviting! You nailed that one. ;o)

Ruth Dixon said...

Hope you feel better soon. Isn't it just the pits when you know you have stuff to do and your body won't let you. Take care of yourself.

Mama Pea said...

Ruth - Frustrating is the word for it. I just. have. no. energy!