Wines and Sinuses

Yesterday I went to Toast Martinborough with a dozen or so other people. It's this wine festival they have here where the exhorbitant ticket price buys you...a wine glass. You take this fabulously expensive wineglass with you around town to all the participating vineyards, give them money, and get a bit of wine, plus some very tasty food. Francisco made a point of getting at least one plate of food at every vineyard we went to (we ended up making it to 9 out of 11 possible) and the rest of us struggled with the much more reasonable goal of getting wine at every location. It was a whole day starting early early in the day (had to get up before 7 to make our bus) of walking a bit, getting food and wine, and lying in an orchard/sitting at a picnic table/listening to mainstream bad rock coverbands at every single location. We all got sunburns. It was pretty great. Exhausting too. Our bus back to the city at 6 was into singing Disney songs but I could barely move. I crawled into the shower and then into my sweatpants. And then the allergies hit. I went through 3/4 of a roll of toilet paper in 3 hours. My sinuses slowly got fuller and fuller until I got to a point where it was impossible for me to communicate with the outside world. I kinda sat on the couch crying in pain and confusion for a while, until Francisco figured out something was wrong and led me staggering to bed. I had really poor muscle control for some reason and almost fell down the stairs. Once in bed I couldn't stop moving. I kept telling myself to stop but the body wasn't listening. It was crazy! I've never had this experience before. A headache? Sure! Pain is one thing but loss of body control and communication? Bizarre and scary. Luckily the sudafed kicked in before I panicked enough to call the hospital. Today I'm ok. My throat really hurts and I have a bad sunburn, but the sinus stuff is mostly gone. I dunno what's going on, the raw food yoga thing seems to make me very sensitive as soon as I go off it (I've kinda left the raw thing this past week and I was pretty drunk all day yesterday).

I'm sitting on the couch still in my sweatpants and wondering if it's worth it to go to yoga. If I stay home I could watch the Daily Show with Francisco and drink tea, and if I go to yoga I have a shot at finishing at least one of this month's challenges. One of those choices that's really not a choice at all. Discipline vs True Desire.

We've been planning our Thanksgiving today and I have to admit I'm intrigued by the raw recipe ideas being thrown around by Kris and Brenda. Of course I'm pretty damn excited about the regular processed pies, stuffings, and potatoes too. This is my second Thanksgiving in a foreign country and, as it was in Japan, I find myself grasping at it more strongly than usual. It's a good homesickness pill. It seems to be the most sentimental holiday of all.

Man, if my ride doesn't get home soon there won't BE a yoga dilemma.