I have already told you that I went camping in February so no spoilers here... I did in fact take that mid February drive to the camp site.

I was extraordinarily unwell the morning we were leaving.  Stress sick plus travel sick plus up too early because of not sleeping due to said stress sick.  I was miserable.  I honestly nearly backed out that morning.

I had to take HashtagAlltheDrugs to even get out my front door.  

Drugs for my stomach.  Even more drugs for my digestive system.  Drugs for anxiety.  Drugs for stress.  And then, on the drive, drugs for the car sickness.  I'm surprised I could walk and form words with the pharmacopia that was running through my system that day.  By the way, there was a sort of backfire from that that night.  I was miserable and directed that at the only other person around... Jason.

I managed, through tears, to tell him that "this is all those sedatives in my body making me so miserable" but I really was a disaster that night.  I was so angry at him (because he was there and existing?) and hurt and sad and I think it all just came out (I yelled at him for "how" he camps, for example) and I knew I was being awful but I also kind of didn't care, I was miserable and I hadn't slept and I had felt so so awful that morning and I felt like being that unwell deserved some kind of comfort and I had none.

Plus, Jason isn't great to travel with, for me.  He "yells" (in my opinion) when he gets frustrated and that sets off all sorts of triggers for me (he's not really yelling yelling but he's mad and raises his voice and uses an unhappy tone and that's "yelling" to me) and so the drive wasn't great (thanks to Gravol for no nausea though!) and the set up wasn't great... I was, let's remember, on quite a few medications that made my brain (and body) slow to think and react.  Plus I don't really know how to do useful things like tie knots or place tarps so I end up feeling like crap and utterly useless and not being helpful.  Plus "dumb" cuz medication. (Gravol makes you not nauseated but also dozy, but I can't really sleep in the car so just spent the day fighting the sleep.)

So after the 2018 trip, Jason and I talked more about how to prevent the "river runs through it" of the last trip and so the under Tent tarp was placed far more carefully (he got frustrated that I wasn't able to "move" the tarp "properly"... sigh.) and an over the tent tarp was also placed (unlike in 2018) and trenches around the tent were dug.  This... at least, I felt I could help with once he got them started.  

So going into this February trip, I had gotten some better clothes (the jacket was key) and Jason had taken more care with the set up of the tent, but I was still rain anxious, but hey, I even brought an umbrella this time and I think at some point I must have re-waterproofed my rain pants so I figured I'd be dry enough this time, unlike 2018.  And for the most part I was right.  (With a small, minor, but anxiety producing exception of water yet again coming up through the bottom of Jason's tent... sigh... but just a little this time, but yet again on my side, grrrrr!)