The boys were exhausted after their hikes and throwing rocks for hours. We went back to camp for dinner and brownies.
I got a cabin this time. I don't mind camping. But I didn't want to end up sick on a community camp bathroom. It is just not as classy as I would like it to be. And since I never know when an attack will hit, husband got me a room. With a private bathroom. And real beds. And air conditioning.
Yep. I'm never going back to pure camping. Must find a cabin to take with me everywhere.
Every night some of the boys would join me in the cabin. They all took turns.
I ended up not getting an attack while camping. It hit the day we left as we were driving through Vegas. Thank goodness for emergency meds. I took the max dose for a day in about ten minutes and was able to help empty the car when we got home. It was a quick bounce back. Way better than usual.
Probably because I had just been in my happy place. And I had slept in a dream cabin.
Must find a cabin that travels...
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