We came packing.
I carried an arsenal of meds to Disneyland last week, prepared for just about anything. Would I get a cluster headache flying? Would I be in pain, after racing through the park with my family? Well, if push came to shove, I was ready, drugs at hand.
The best part: I hardly needed a thing.
Yes, I've been gone for a month, under siege it seems. I had the dreaded flu - and before you whisper 'shot', remember that I'm allergic to eggs so it's a no go. The kids had head lice. We had two birthdays, one Easter, spring break and a trip to California. Man oh man I've been tired.
But as we flew home last week, I was grateful I was able to keep up with my family. In the weeks following the flu, I had the start of what seemed like another episode polymyositis. I kept an optimistic outlook, but packed plenty of Prednisone because it had me worried.
Besides being tired - which I imagine everyone experiences at Disneyland - and a neuropathy flare-up in my legs, I kept up, rode everything and had a blast.
It was just what the doctor ordered.