Sculpin

I was all set to have my first One Local Summer meal be spectacular. The plan was to go to the farmers market on Thursday and get everything I needed, and then have some sort of grand cookery day today.

That was the plan. And here is the problem: I had a tetanus shot on Thursday. (I was a couple years overdue, and I’ve been wanting to try needle felting, which means that I will almost certainly stab myself many times with a barbed needle.) This time I was in the minority of people who have unpleasant side effects other than plain old soreness. At first it wasn’t too bad — some extra fatigue, a tiny fever — and I thought I’d get through my day with no problems other than a little bit of extra loopiness.

But at the market, a wave of dizziness hit me like a Mack truck. I could feel the blood draining from my face. I barely managed to get to a bench where I could lie down. Somehow I dragged myself the three blocks to the bus stop, sitting down about once every block to gather myself up and mutter, “I can do this, I can do this…” Then the bus ride and another two blocks home from the bus stop, with more sitting down and psyching myself up. I wish that I’d thought to ask somebody to call me a cab, but I was too far gone for common sense. I got home, whimpered at Josh for a while (he’d just gotten home), and then fell face-down in bed and slept for three hours.

Still better than tetanus, though. I’m well supplied now with snacks and silly books, and I’m just going to take it easy for the next few days.

So forget cooking. Instead, I’m popping open a can of local tuna fish and having a wintered-over local pear for dessert and calling it good. Oh, and some of the sugar snap peas I got from Willie Green’s before I fell over. Hey, that’s not a bad dinner after all.

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