Day five - Thursday, is kind of a blur to me. I remember staying at Heather's house while everyone else went to a beach and had fun without me. I just didn't have the energy to play. It was pretty much a long, boring day, and I longed to be home in my own bed. There is something very wrong with vacationing in Paradise and wishing you were home instead. That evening, Heather had something going on at the Church so Cheryl talked me into getting out of the house. My #1 desire for the trip was to get to a session in the Laie, Hawaii Temple. The last time I was there, I could attend a session because the temple was closed for cleaning. This time, I was sick and didn't want to expose others to my illness. We did drive over there, however, so I could at least say I was there.
As we were walking from the parking lot towards the temple, I said to Cheryl - "In case you don't know, temples bring me great joy." I don't remember her exact response, but she mumbled something about me being obsessed with temples. I have to admit that yes, I guess I am a bit obsessed. Any chance I can get to being in a temple, I am going to take it. I so longed to be able to go inside that day. I love the feeling that being in the House of the Lord gives me. I know that the temples are truly houses of God and they truly do bring me great joy.
The fountain was empty, but the grounds were still beautiful.
We decided to have one last fling on Heather's beach so the three of us built a fire and hung out for a little while. It was fun to sit and chat and enjoy nature in this way.
This was the last thing I was able to do in Hawaii before flying home. We left early the next morning for the airport.
The flight home went more smoothly than over with regard to turbulance, but I had my own internal turbulance going on. Five hour flights are no fun even when feeling well, but when you are ill, it can be oppressive. I was coughing so much that I felt bad for the guy sitting next to me. Fortunately, he did a lot of sleeping on the flight. As the day went on and the more I coughed, I could feel my lungs really starting to burn. By the time we landed, they felt like someone was holding a branding iron against them. It really hurt to cough. The walk to baggage claim was the longest ever and every breath was torture. I knew that Cheryl wanted to walk quickly, but I just couldn't. I was hurting soooo bad! My lungs had never hurt this much before. In the car on the way home, I told Alan that I was going to go to the 24 Urgent Care facility (High Desert Medical Group) when I got home because I didn't think I could wait until morning to get relief.
Unfortunately, it took extra long to get home because of an incident on the 14 Freeway. I even took pictures of the bumper to bumper traffic.
We arrived home about 10:30 p.m. Although I was dead tired, I immediately took off for Urgent Care. Fortunately, at that time of night, I got through in record time. The Dr. said I had bronchitis, prescribed an antibiotic and steroids which I picked up from a 24 hr. Pharmacy. I was now finally able to go home and get in bed. What a relief to finally be in my own bed!
Although my trip was spoiled by my illness, I can say that I was still able to have some fun and that the trip was very memorable. I enjoyed being able to spend so much time with Cheryl. It is not often that mothers and daughters can spend that kind of time together.
The little girl is Heather's daughter Elise.
The little girl is Heather's daughter Elise.