Except, you know how within eight or so hours of starting an antibiotic course, you want to happy dance and pay homage to Alexander Fleming, because you feel so much better?
That didn't happen this time.
In fact, it wasn't until Day 3 of 5 of my Z-pack that I started to feel moderately better, if not still very, very tired. (For clarification, "very, very tired" translates to sleeping 15 hours at night, napping during the day, and feeling like I overdid a workout x10 when I'm up and walking around.)
If this is mononucleosis, you'll recall that this is the same wretched disease that presented itself in "chronic" form in college, requiring me to take a year off from school. The EBV and I don't play well, it seems, and it's quite possible that if I wasn't already on a leave of absence, I'd be asking for one right now. If this isn't mononucleosis, I guess it's possible that I'm just very, very exhausted, but I don't know. 15 hours is a really long time to sleep at night.
Every day is touch and go, but on Saturday, I felt well enough to go apple picking with The Lawyer. As he pointed out, there wasn't much strenuous activity involved. I sat in a car while he drove us into the Western Maryland countryside:
Fiji apples, anyone?
Then, I ate and picked for barely an hour and a half.
Picking apples just like a small child: Eat one, pick one. And no, I did NOT wash that apple before I started eating it. DAREDEVIL!
At the end, we had 20 lbs. of apples, as well as swiss chard, broccoli, and cauliflower.
Some people were more excited about the broccoli/cauliflower harvesting than others.
In his defense, that is a REALLY big cauliflower. Besides, we Florida kids didn't have these fall harvest picking experiences growing up! Don't judge!
It was my intention to come home and make all sorts of apple pastries, but instead, we've loaded the apples into the crisper drawers of The Lawyer's fridge and I've spent my days pinning recipes from Pinterest in bed, until I feel energetic enough to make something with the apples.
I did, however, make these for a bake sale at my church last weekend, and I'm unreasonably proud of myself. I had to buy a special piping tip from Michael's, which obviously qualifies me as an expert cupcake decorator. (It also proves that my time spent on Pinterest IS NOT IN VAIN!)
Until my blood work comes back, any suggestions on what else could be wrong with me? Is this African sleeping sickness? Narcolepsy? WHAT IF I HAVE A PINEAL TUMOR?
(But for reals, someone diagnose me!)