May 2nd & 3rd

Days 123 & 124 — Yesterday morning while I was doing my exercises — faithfully, I might add — I pulled/popped/tore something in my upper right leg.  Doing a warrior pose stretch, something I’ve done countless times.  I bent over, left hand to right foot and suddenly – snap! – I heard it as well as felt it.  Knew it wasn’t good.  No. No. No. I thought over and over, just walk it off, just walk it off.  And then, things really got weird.  I started to black out.  Got myself to a chair, I remember thinking how ridiculous this all was and then, the next thing I remember is waking up.  Very strange feeling.  Called my husband to let him know and said I thought he should come home.  Got some ice, got into bed, knew I was in shock and just got under the covers and went back to sleep.  Tim got home and by that time I was starting to feel somewhat normal again, though my leg hurt like hell.  Called the doctor, couldn’t get in, I relayed my experience; they said they’d get back to me.  Finally, around 2:30 they did.  Just ice it, take Advil and tensor it.  Rest.  The black out wasn’t anything to really worry about.  Well, I was worried.  So, I called my sister Lori, a nurse, and asked her advice.  She basically said the same thing, so I relaxed.  But boy oh boy was I tired.  Slept practically all day.  Lori said that was likely from the drop in blood pressure, which was what caused the black out.  She called it a vagovasal response.  Isn’t that just the coolest word?  I kept thinking it sounds like ‘basil bagel”.  But anyway. . .  So, now I’m nursing a sore leg (it is feeling a thousand times better than it did yesterday) and wondering how soon it will be before I attempt warrior pose again — if ever.

And yoga is supposed to be good for you!

On a lighter note — the weather has been sublime.  Tim and I took a drive late this afternoon to run a few errands and then go to the pool so I could soak in the hot tub.  I wished I was feeling up to going for a walk it was so nice.  Tomorrow I’m going to have him get the deck chairs and loungers out so that I can take a book and sit outside while I baby this stupid leg.  We stopped on the way home for ice-cream.  Went to Marble Slab.  Very dangerous.  Not just because it’s probably the most expensive ice-cream on the planet, but because it’s so damned good.  I had a sundae made with French Toast ice-cream, crushed KitKat chocolate bar, hot caramel sauce, whipped cream, peanuts and topped with a cherry.  I didn’t eat the cherry.  Hate maraschino cherries.  I let Tim have that.  Might have saved myself 1.5 calories out of about 1500.

Who cares?  I enjoyed it.  And after the scare I had I think I damned well should.

Wednesday morning, it’s chilly but. . .

. . . we were promised a high of 17 degrees today!

I really debated about breaking out the capri’s this morning, but I think I’ll hold off for a week or so.  For the time being I’ll go sockless or in sandals.  Oh, and I’ll wear short sleeves, too.

I’m kind of in a funny place right now.  I’ve been spending a lot of time spring-cleaning my house and just trying to get back to a more settled way of life.

What that has amounted to really, is me sleeping a lot.  I’ve been incredibly tired for the last week or so and though I’ve pushed myself through it and got a lot of stuff accomplished, I find that by nine o’clock I’m pretty much done in.  And then, trying to drag my hiney out of bed in the morning?  What a chore that is.

It’s probably just the weather, the change in seasons; I only hope it passes soon.

On the writing side of things:  my novel is going nowhere.  I have, in fact, abandoned it for the moment.  I did, however, begin a new children’s book.  And I’ve surfed out some contests that I could enter.  If I get up the energy.

Perhaps a big part of my problem is the fact that we’ve had a great deal of time off from work the past month.  A week at the end of March (our Spring Break), followed by two four-day work weeks because of the Easter holiday.  Then, added to that I was away at a convention for nearly a week prior to Spring Break.

I sort of get into this fantasy world of what it would be like to be able to be at home every day, and then, when it ends I’m left a little confused and disoriented.  It’s a bit of a struggle for a few days to get back into the routine of leaving the house for work.  Prepping the coffee the night before.  Making sure my lunch is ready.  Leaving enough time to iron a blouse, put on makeup, straighten my hair.

I so much prefer just waking up and padding about the house quietly with a cup of coffee in my hand, trying to find the brightest patch of sunlight to curl up in while I sit and ponder the day ahead.

It was nice while it lasted.

Have a great day everyone — and don’t work too hard.

Thankfully, it’s Friday

I was supposed to have today off, but. . .

. . . life happens, and I’m off on another field trip instead.  Taking Leadership kids swimming.  It will be fun, but I’d much rather be home.

I discovered yesterday another lovely side effect to antihistamines.  (I’m sensitive to just about every drug going, even allergy meds) Took a Claritin yesterday a.m. before work.  About half an hour later I’m freezing.  Asked a coworker who I know suffers from allergies if that ever happened to her.  She said yes, it’s because the drug slows your heart rate, thereby your metabolism, thereby you feel chilled.  I was freezing all day!  Me, with the killer hot-flashes!  Sure could have used one yesterday.

As a result of all that chilliness, I was bone tired by the end of the day.  But had a meeting, then shopping, then long drive home.  When I finally fell into bed at 9:30 I think I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.

Thankfully, this morning it’s Friday and I’m feeling refreshed.  No allergy pills for me today!  I’ll just suffer through it, thank you very much.

I decided to forgo my daily walk in favour of sleeping in today.  So, no picture to share.  I might head to the Farmer’s Market early tomorrow.  Hopefully, some nice pics to come out of that.

Have a happy weekend all.