After all the fun traveling from Arizona to Philadelphia for the 2015 GSK Lupus Blogger Summit, life and reality always have their return. The high point was stepping off the plane 10 minutes earlier than expected and calling on the cell phone to find out my husband was already almost at the airport. It is so nice when you have those moments that remind you that the one you miss, misses you, too! After leaving the east coast at noon it was eight when a suitcase and tired girl slipped into the pickup truck.
Hungry and tired, we stopped off at a coffee shop for comfort food, pie and a coke, did some catching up. A friend was working last night, and waited on our table, and with the sodas, placed a fresh red carnation table in front of me with the gentle explanation, “a flower for you.” That was sweet and a welcoming thought after a long, flight weary day. Tummies full and spirits a little revived, we were thankful to be together and soon ready for the last five-minute trip home.
Exhaustion overtook both of us, and after a quick shower blasted away the grime of taxicabs, airports, and airplanes, sleep arrived almost instantaneously. The night passed nearly as quickly, ending abruptly with the welcome smell of fresh coffee on the bed table beside me. Leaning on the pile of pillows he tossed my direction from the nearby bench, eyelids drooped off to moments of sleep and husband’s chatter between sips from a warm caffeine-filled mug.
Unlike the night, morning moved very, very slowly, matched only by slow reflexes and even slower murky disconnected thoughts. If ever there was a day to be tempted to call in sick with my lupus after a trip, this was it. Unlike the sweltering sauna on the east coast, the Arizona desert morning was unexpectedly crisp and refreshing. After kissing my husband goodbye in the driveway, the second cup of coffee led me through the house into the back yard’s fresh air and fragrant rose blossoms.
Delightfully, the cool morning breeze invigorated and refreshed, as deep draughts of blustery breeze wakened a sleepy set of lungs, slapping fresh life into the lupus fogged gal walking around the yard in my slippers! The day began to look suddenly promising and worthy of pursuit. The refrain actually passed over astonished lips, “Oh, what a beautiful morning!” What a blessing to be home in my back yard!
Quickly gathering all the loose ends of hair, clothing, keys and a sack lunch, every thing seemed to tumble to the floor as a startling reminder CNS lupus might be a little flared from exertion and travel. The reality of lupus limitations has a sneaky way of keeping a gal humble.
The commute drive was executed with extra care and attention, followed by a couple of conversations at work with obvious moments of difficult enunciation. Mild lingering CNS difficulty lasted through mid afternoon, but finally the fog burned away completely. Eventually, the morning song continued into later afternoon with, “Oh, what a beautiful day!”