So about 6 weeks ago, when I was at the beach with Danny's family sailing, I never imagined what would come next.
I did notice the dry mouth. So, I thought, maybe I'm dehydrated...it's only like 100 degrees out here with 100% humidity on the bay in Destin. So, I did what any responsible I-took-physiology-in-college grad would do: I went to Wal-Mart and bought more water, Propel, and Gatorade which I then drank religiously for the rest of the week. Little did I know that was the start of what has been, thus far, a 6 week miserable drought in my mouth and throat. Might as well just suck on cotton.
Well, on the first night I was there, Danny wanted to teach me how to "crab." Shoot, I like crab. :) Why, not? Well, most of you that know me know that I'm not a night-person. And, apparently, "crabbing" is a night sport. lol. We started out about 10:30pm and headed out onto the pier at the port--we were sailing his brother's boat and they were staying in campers near afore mentioned port. The water was shallow and we tied rotten, stinking chicken meat into this round, wire cage and dropped it in the water. They say the crabs should just wander in the cage and then you yank it up...well, we didn't have much luck, but I did manage to catch one. lol. I left early--I was really tired. Looking back, this should've been a red flag since I was good at staying up even though I don't, usually, but I assumed I had just gotten too hot that day. It was a long 45 minute drive back to the cottage I was staying at over in Panama City, so I cut out about 11:30 to head back...and I had to stop half way there and park on the side of the road to sleep for about an hour so I could make the rest of the drive. Thus began the insatiable fatigue that now haunts me.
That was the very first day that I remember any of my current symptoms being present. So I guess that's where the story starts...
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