Last week, after my acupuncture appointment, I went back to work and subsequently discovered this in my pants:
Uh, oops. That was supposed to come out. Explains why I felt like I was being pricked. Though I didn’t really mind that much, because now my parents will stop driving me crazy about what type of needles are used in acupuncture — I just brought this one to show them! If only all problems were solved as easily…
But I also learned a new word: costochondritis. I had never heard of it before, but when I looked it up, it seemed to match perfectly what my GP explained as a “fractured rib.” Evidently, it’s really difficult to break the first few ribs unless someone whacks you with a mallet or something, and I’m fairly certain that hasn’t happened to me. Even if I do feel like my heart has been crushed into a million irreparable pieces.
So, now that I have a name for this “condition,” I’m not really any better off than I was before, since I still can’t actually do anything about it. I guess it must feel better than it did last week, though, since I wasn’t able to wash out my wetsuit and booties until tonight, because it hurt when I bent over. Kind of like my heart was falling out of my chest, and frankly, it’s welcome to do that. Nor would I blame it, since it’s not fair to expect it to put up with this crap for so long.
I was a little surprised when the orthopedist told me I could try to run, because I thought it would be a lot longer — not complaining about that part, you understand — but I dutifully took inventory of all my despicable parts to see how they were doing. And I was completely horrified to find this: the right side of my groin feels weird. It doesn’t hurt, really, but it doesn’t feel normal. This would be a lot less alarming to me if I hadn’t felt something similar on my left side before the half marathon, after which I couldn’t walk for a week. Or even move without excruciating agony. Pelvic fractures are not fun. So, yes, I’d love to try running, but A) I am scared ****less, and B) my chest still hurts.
What I find extremely ironic is that I went for years without any such problems, regardless of whether or not I was eating, or how much. And now that I’m eating more than I did when I was running, and probably more than I ever have in my entire life, even though I’m doing almost no exercise, I’m literally falling apart.
Seriously. I don’t know why the hell I even bother.
Contrary to photographic non-evidence, I actually have been eating. And eating. And eating. But I think I already mentioned that. I just haven’t felt like sharing the fact that I have turned into one of the world’s most gluttonous greedy pigs, but then I realized that this is old news, even if it’s just on a different scale now. So.
I bought this sunflower seed beverage quite a while ago, but never got around to using it. I finally opened it today because my jar of sunflower seed butter is nearly empty. I know, that sounds completely unrelated, but it’s not.
I am nothing if not obedient, so I had to make these pancakes. I used the buckwheat pancake mix that has been sitting on my countertop for ages (yes, I have a problem in which I accumulate products that will sit unused forever if I don’t consume them immediately).
Like I said, I am nothing if not obedient, so I had to add syrup, which I personally thought was a bit of an unnecessary addition. I loved the pancake mix, by the way. As for the sunflower seed beverage… well, it tasted nothing like sunflower seeds. I double-tested that by using it in a bowl of cereal. It’s fine by me, since I don’t actually like sunflower seeds.
In a highly unusual turn of events, I slept fourteen (interrupted) hours last night. That’s three nights’ worth of sleep, which is awesome, but what’s not awesome is that now I am never going to be able to fall asleep tonight. Quite a vicious cycle.
And I really love the oblivion that sleeping gives me… because these days, I just don’t like to be awake. I’m kind of in a “stabby and hating everything” mode. Joy to the world.