Whitefish River We've Been Treating Weekdays Like the Weekend

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Over a week had passed since the symptoms began and the Constable found herself on a new and unfamiliar schedule. Waking up late to fits of nausea only to reject her breakfast, then on with the day. More often than not, Ira found herself retiring early as well from fatigue despite her workload being reduced to about half of what she was used to. Even worse, it seemed that dizzy spells were a new addition to her daily hell. At first, she wasn't too concerned and did her best to hide the symptoms from @Evergreen and @Winterbourne knowing the two would only fret more than they seemed to currently. She could take a wild guess why, but she was more than capable of taking care of herself.

Perhaps it was time to seek out @Speedy just in case... this wasn't food-related like she first thought. All of her past meals had been fresh, most being provided by Evergreen and Winterbourne despite her claims. It wasn't some common sickness since the symptoms did not intensify or progress more than they had and it certainly hadn't gone away yet. Whatever it was still seemed harmless in the long run, but it was better safe than sorry.

A sigh escaped the roan woman as she found a sunny rock to crawl onto and rest. She could feel the world starting to spin again, but perhaps it would pass fast. For now, she would rest her head and take in the few rays of sun that peeked through the clouds.