Day 127 | An Unwelcome Adventure

July 14, 2017

I woke up crying this morning. I’m not sure what triggered the crying this time but it’s been a very common symptom over the last few years. I would often have nightmares and wake up to the sound of my own crying. I’ve come a long way in my recovery though and this was the first time it’s happened in months. I should have taken it as a warning sign that something in the environment might not be right but I just brushed it off.

When I got up though and started moving, there was no denying that something wasn’t right. My brain was muddled and the widespread pain and oppressive fatigue were back. The wind was still blowing from the south and it didn’t take us long to decide that we really did need to leave.

I forced myself to wash the dishes from last night so I could pack them up. Then I picked up the salty mess from yesterday’s disaster. After that I was so beat that I couldn’t do anything more. The post-exertional malaise is back with a vengeance! Poor Brett had to pack the van all by himself.

When we were finally ready we headed into town to buy ice for our cooler, get gluten-free pizza for lunch and pick up some salad ingredients to make easy meals. Then we were off to Wyoming!

We decided on a campground in Wyoming because that’s where our friends, Sara and Peter, are camping right now. They are fellow “mold avoiders” (as we like to call ourselves), so we knew it would be a good location for me. It’s about 3.5 hours away from Rapid City.

We’re definitely not happy that we’re being forced to relocate, especially when we have a film crew coming in two days. Really inconvenient timing! And yet, I told Brett that I was more at peace with it this time. Fleeing is just part of the mold avoidance process and I’m learning to be okay with that. I’d much rather be fleeing an environmental trigger than be trapped in bed with excruciating symptoms that cannot be alleviated.

When we got out of the city we stopped by the side of the road to decontaminate. We both rinsed our heads and exposed skin and changed our shirts to minimize contamination from whatever we were exposed to. Then we rinsed Ramona off too. It was a really hot day so having wet hair actually felt refreshing! I’ll take too hot over too cold any day! 🙂

I figured I could use the driving time to work on writing but my brain was not having any of it. I was so out of it that I couldn’t even function. I just sat with my eyes closed in a half-asleep daze. Until suddenly I woke up strongly craving fruit juice. Strange! I hardly ever have cravings! Hopefully this isn’t a bad sign.

Brett kindly got me one of our organic fruit and veggie juices from our cooler. I drank it up eagerly and felt much better almost instantly. My mind started to clear and my energy started to return. I guess my body was just telling me what it needed!

When we got to the campground we took a little walk… well, I mostly sat on a rock while Brett and Ramona went exploring. The air definitely felt better there and in the evening we got to hang out with Sara and Peter a little bit. That was really nice! We don’t get a lot social interaction with this camping lifestyle.

The plan right now is to spend the night here and then drive back tomorrow night so that we can be in Rapid City for Brett’s video shoot the next day. It looks like the wind will still be blowing from the south for a few more days so we may need to head back to to this campground as soon as the film crew is done. I really don’t want Brett miss out on this opportunity though so I’m going to tough it out even if it means an extra day of sickness.


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8 Comments

  • Ruth Meyer

    I always remember my nightmares, and waking up crying is one of the worst feelings. The only time I’ve woken up not knowing what had happened, was a time I was just hit with a sudden intense fear out of nowhere. Nothing I could tell had startled me awake, so I must have dreamed it, but I was incredibly shaken afterwards. I think it’s one of those ways our bodies let off internal stresses, physical and emotional. Praying for you, and hoping all goes well with the film crew coming out.

    July 16, 2017 at 6:23 pm Reply
    • Ana Harris

      I’m so sorry you have experienced this as well. It’s truly awful! Thank you for the prayers!

      July 16, 2017 at 8:30 pm Reply
  • Alex Harris

    Praying for you as you face this latest setback, Ana! Glad you were able to see Sara and Peter though. I’m so thankful that you and Brett have friends who have been (and remain) on this same journey

    July 17, 2017 at 12:34 pm Reply
    • Ana Harris

      Thank you so much Alex. We really appreciate it. 🙂

      July 17, 2017 at 6:57 pm Reply
  • Chris Barratt

    So sorry about all this Ana!! It seems it’s one thing after another huh? It’s got to be extremely exhausting!! I’ve been reading all the posts and while some good things have happened it’s still a daily struggle. Sometimes I’m sure you just wish Jesus would return so the whole thing could be over!! But we’ll beef up the prayers and hope in the Lord for brighter days!!

    July 17, 2017 at 3:25 pm Reply
    • Ana Harris

      Aww… Thank you so much Chris! I always love hearing from you. Thank you for those prayers. It’s a wearisome journey but He always gives his sustaining grace.

      July 17, 2017 at 7:00 pm Reply
  • Chris Barratt

    One more thing. Our pastor did a message on Sunday titled, “Where is God When All Goes Wrong?” I thought of you when he was preaching. You can listen here if you’re interested. http://faithaliveconnection.org/sermons-3/

    July 17, 2017 at 3:30 pm Reply
    • Ana Harris

      Thank you for sharing Chris!

      July 17, 2017 at 7:03 pm Reply

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