Belfast to Sligo

Belfast to Sligo

When I woke up, I had no appetite for breakfast, but knew I had to eat something due to my diabetes. So, I ate some toast and some prunes. My knees were feeling a bit better, thankfully.

After breakfast, we left Belfast and headed along the beautiful northern coast. Our next destination was the Giants Causeway in Bushmills. It’s a World Heritage Site and the fable about how it came about is quite amusing. The weather was cold, but we really lucked out with the rain. When we stopped, the clouds rolled out…when we left, the clouds and rain rolled back in. I really wanted to climb on the basalt columns, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep my balance or descend due to my very arthritic knees. It was also cold and windy, so after taking a few photos, I headed indoors and had a snack.

Our lunch stop was in Derry/Londonderry. The town has both names and the one you use declared your politics. I ate a tune sandwich at a little cafe, then went inside the Guildhall to look around. Afterward, I still had some time to kill, so I bought 10 mini donuts for £2, freshly made in a little vendor truck. I ate one and shared the rest. I also listened to a guy who was busking and sounded really good.

Our next stop was in Donegal, but my knees and hips hurt too much to get off the bus, so I waited with the driver. When then headed to the Great Southern Hotel in Sligo.

I still didn’t have much of an appetite at dinner, so I ate only a tiny bit of turkey breast and dressing. I also drank half a glass of pino grigio. I usually like it, but it just didn’t taste right.

I went to sleep around 9pm and woke an hour later when I rolled over and developed painful cramps in the calves of both my legs. I didn’t have a tub to soak and relax them, so I spent the next 15 minutes in pain and trying to rub & walk them out.

I finally got rid of the leg cramps and laid back down, but my stomach really starting feeling bad. I popped into the loo and sat there for a few minutes, texting my husband at the same time. I couldn’t do anything, so I got up and immediately had to bend over the commode and threw up so violently, it was coming out my nose. It felt like I was vomiting for 10 minutes, but it was probably less than two. Feeling a bit better, I was able to go back to sleep.

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