A Sorry Tale of Getting Old

It’s hard to appreciate our day today without a bit of background about the preceding night. Not long after lights out, Ang starts finding her chest tightening up and it becoming harder to breathe. For the next 5 hours, she’s either up wandering around the room, going in and out of the patio doors, making tea, and or banging away on the computer. I’m battling my own demons, and as a broken down pair, we are getting very little sleep. By the time the sun comes up and it’s time to video chat with the boys, I look as bad as my stomach feels.

This makes our first destination today back to bed, followed by a tuk-tuk ride to the pharmacy, finishing up with a return trip to the hotel.

On a positive note, Ang feels better once we are out of our room, so when breathing gets difficult again on our return, it seems like something might be amiss there, so we ask at the front desk if they can move us. They are able to find us something in the refurbished wing of the hotel, and happily, the breathing problems don’t return, so it seems my travel buddy has an allergy to non-refurbished rooms. This is good to know for the future, and at least now we have some Benadryl in case our next hotel sticks us in something old school. She may try and tell you about the paint fumes from the work they were doing in the lobby, so it’s safest just to nod your head and agree.

That’s really it – a boring day even by Redmond standards. Hitting the markets is on tap for tomorrow, so we’ll try and pick up our game a little.