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.