Right now, I should be at the tri stroke clinic. Instead, I am sitting on my bedroom floor, leaning on a heating pad and typing this. Obviously, I’ve had a very exciting day.
Morning: took three steps after getting out of bed and determined that I would not be running today. I. Was. Pissed. I spent twenty minutes with my foam roller instead, but it didn’t seem to have much effect. In fact, I was so out of it that I didn’t even change my earrings this morning. Hello?! Who am I?!
Applied mascara, made the mistake of taking a step while it was still wet; winced and wound up with mascara all over my cheeks. Lovely.
Had the time anyway, so went to the gym to stretch, stretch, stretch (and do PT exercises). Didn’t seem to make much difference, either. Then I had to get a fasting blood draw for my endocrinologist appointment next week.
By coincidence, there happens to be a lab in my office building. If I’d had to travel to get to one, I think I might have cried.
Blood supply sufficiently depleted, I ate an oh-so-balanced “breakfast.”
That’s the end of the chocolate and peanut butter Puffins, which, by the way, taste much better eaten out of hand like this than with milk or yogurt.
And then I decided that I am sick and tired of being an invalid, and called a chiropractor. Imagine my glee when I was able to get an appointment for this afternoon! It would have been awesome if I’d have gotten all straightened out and been able to get back to my life, but apparently that didn’t happen. No, instead the chiropractor sent me to get an X-ray. In another facility. Half an hour away. Where I had to wait for nearly an hour, even though they told me to hurry in before 5.00, which I did.
Admittedly, I don’t really know what it is I’m supposed to be seeing here, but it looks pretty normal to me!! Nothing that tells me why my back hurts. Quite frankly, I don’t care why it hurts, so long as it stops hurting. I feel like a total wuss for always erring on the side of caution when it comes to such things, but because I have a high pain tolerance it feels like it’s probably necessary for me to do that in order to avoid something really serious. Still. I feel like a wuss.
By the time I finally made it back home (too late to make it to the tri stroke clinic), I not only had a backache, I also had a raging headache. So much for weaning myself off the ibuprofen!
I’m going back to the chiropractor tomorrow afternoon, when I guess I’ll find out if this is even something with which she can help me. In the meantime, I’ve missed my run this morning, the tri stroke clinic tonight, and will very likely have to skip the group ride tomorrow morning unless I wake up miraculously rejuvenated. Not. Happy.
Okay, fine, in the interest of total honesty: I am having a really hard time with this. It is making me feel very anxious to be eating “like an athlete” when I’m just sitting around like a fat lazy slug. And I’ll shut up before I start to get all “woe is me,” though heaven knows why I care.
“Sleeping is no mean art: for its sake one must stay awake all day.”