Cydniey Buffers (cydniey) wrote,
Cydniey Buffers
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Dear Diary, But it's a Dry Heat

Dear Diary,


And now we will discuss why Cydnieys do not go out during the day. This is the pathetic part of the story I started telling you in my last post.


You may or may not know that since I started taking Latuda, I am physically unable to automatically regulate my body temperature. I did not consider this when I went out in full “uniform”, with no hat or shades, in the middle of the day, on foot. with no water. That was . . . ill conceived.


The walk up was okay. Aside from the battle with the car, things went smoothly. By the time I reached the store, I was sweating balls, and sure I was bright red. The guy behind the counter and I recognized each other and said hi. As I got my drink and panted under the a/c vent, I recounted my adventure to him and we laughed. We arranged which local news channels we would watch, and agreed to meet back up over the weekend to talk about it and see if I was wanted.


Then I got my drink up to the counter and picked out a couple of disposable lighters. He rang it up ans we jabbered and talked about what has been going on with us, and my debit card kept getting declined. I finally looked at the card and realized I had brought the one that hadn’t yet been activated. He took pity on me and offered to buy my lighters for me, which I turned him down, and then he comped my drink for me.


The way home, in spite of the refreshing beverage, was really rough. I hadn’t been able to catch my breath, calm down the adrenaline, or cool down in the store. And I was back out on a wide street with a lot of traffic and no shade. And my feet hurt. My socks were too thick for my boots.


On the verge of collapse, I found some construction signs on the side of the road and curled up among them, trying to cling to any bit of shade from them. Hidden from the view of the passers-by, I lay down on the hot concrete to catch my breath for a few minutes. That is when I got the bad news from Kelli. It is also when Doc started texting, asking where I was because I had been gone for a while. I eventually got up and made it to the street I needed to be on, where there was some shade, and retaining walls to sit down and rest on every so often. Which I did. A couple of times, guys driving by offered me a ride (never underestimate the power of a wife-beater on a girl). I made it to my street, and some kids from the Felix hunt joined me for a while and sat with me when I needed to rest.


Then we parted ways, and I continued on my own, four houses left. I sat down on the sidewalk a couple of times, and finally made it to my driveway. And that is where my memory ends.


Until I woke up on the floor of the foyer, bathed in sweat and drool, with a VERY concerned Doc and Chewbacca hovering over me. I don’t know how long I was out, Doc guessed it was about five minutes, from the time I opened the door, to when I snapped to.


At some point along the walk, I had taken off my shoes and finished the walk in my socks. When I got into the house, before I collapsed, I managed to put my soda down and take my glasses of. But I have no recall of it.


It’s been a couple of hours, and I think I’ve recovered now. I have some things to do, then I think I will take a well-deserved nap with my dog and maybe a couple of cats.

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