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An Unexpected Break
Sep. 3rd, 2013 12:36 pmSo this past weekend, we had been slated to go to Highland War. We planned for it. We prepped for it. We made packing lists. I made pounds and pounds of sausages. I mentally went through which of my garb would actually work in the blazing heat. But then, my hubby began to sneeze. Hit with a really annoying and lingering summertime cold, my poor husbear was knocked out! As he was hit with horrible coughing and congestion, night sweats, little rest, and just feeling “middderable”, I gave him my best nursey look and said effectively, “do you REALLY think we should put ourselves through the stress of packing, setting up, and camping out in the heat this weekend while you are feeling like crap? Wisely, he opted out. And I have a guilty confession to make – I can’t really say this bothered me at all. Why? I’ll tell ya.
I love the SCA. I love events. I have so many friends at events, and enjoy the constant inspiration that comes with being in our weird little world. But there’s another reality. Sometimes I just need a break!
Take all the potshots you want. Make all the “all-in-fun” ribbing you want. Call me old. Call me a wuss. I really don’t give a crap. There’s a simple little reality here – I’m not bouncy like I used to be. I’m not the “young immortal” I once thought I was (just like we all did). Yes, I used to live in Florida where the heat and humidity beat us down mercilessly. And yes, that’s one of the reasons I left. Heck, I remember all too well one of the last events I attended while I was living in Florida. The Queen was a serious patroness of dance, and wanted to have a particular type of ball in the evening. That’s all well and good, but that meant lots of instruction classes. And gee, who was on the hook for that? Yes, moi. All day long, - ALL DAY LONG - I taught dance classes – in a screened room – in the Florida heat. And guess what I did in between each class? I ran – RAN – to the bathroom. (I’ll spare you the details, but suffice it to say that there was absolutely NOTHING left in my system whatsoever by the end of that grueling day!)
The fact is, I can’t handle that anymore, and I’m NOT KIDDING AROUND!!! My energy levels just aren’t around like they once were. I’m not as strong as I used to be (which was never really all that significant anyway). My tolerance for the heat and humidity is pretty much non-existent. And whereas we may all sweat at events, get through it just fine, pack up and go home; I am the one who needs an extra day to recover where I spend a good chunk of the afternoon battling migraines and nausea if not worse. And ya know what? IT IS NOT WORTH IT!
I cannot emphasize this enough. As much fun as this game is, it is just that – a game. And Real World things must come first – Family, Health, Job, Bills, etc., etc., etc. I encourage members of our Barony to remember that always, and also encourage others in all areas of the SCA to remember that. For my part, I think I may very well be bowing out of overly-hot events a lot more going forward.
Sorry folks. But I just gotta take care of myself.
I love the SCA. I love events. I have so many friends at events, and enjoy the constant inspiration that comes with being in our weird little world. But there’s another reality. Sometimes I just need a break!
Take all the potshots you want. Make all the “all-in-fun” ribbing you want. Call me old. Call me a wuss. I really don’t give a crap. There’s a simple little reality here – I’m not bouncy like I used to be. I’m not the “young immortal” I once thought I was (just like we all did). Yes, I used to live in Florida where the heat and humidity beat us down mercilessly. And yes, that’s one of the reasons I left. Heck, I remember all too well one of the last events I attended while I was living in Florida. The Queen was a serious patroness of dance, and wanted to have a particular type of ball in the evening. That’s all well and good, but that meant lots of instruction classes. And gee, who was on the hook for that? Yes, moi. All day long, - ALL DAY LONG - I taught dance classes – in a screened room – in the Florida heat. And guess what I did in between each class? I ran – RAN – to the bathroom. (I’ll spare you the details, but suffice it to say that there was absolutely NOTHING left in my system whatsoever by the end of that grueling day!)
The fact is, I can’t handle that anymore, and I’m NOT KIDDING AROUND!!! My energy levels just aren’t around like they once were. I’m not as strong as I used to be (which was never really all that significant anyway). My tolerance for the heat and humidity is pretty much non-existent. And whereas we may all sweat at events, get through it just fine, pack up and go home; I am the one who needs an extra day to recover where I spend a good chunk of the afternoon battling migraines and nausea if not worse. And ya know what? IT IS NOT WORTH IT!
I cannot emphasize this enough. As much fun as this game is, it is just that – a game. And Real World things must come first – Family, Health, Job, Bills, etc., etc., etc. I encourage members of our Barony to remember that always, and also encourage others in all areas of the SCA to remember that. For my part, I think I may very well be bowing out of overly-hot events a lot more going forward.
Sorry folks. But I just gotta take care of myself.
