No, not really, don't top that. Don't get a brain tumor. As if there's a choice. Not a choice I would have made! I was shooting for getting fit and healthy as my gift to myself for my 60th birthday. Man, did I ever work hard. I was at the gym 6 days a week most weeks. Spin class was finally becoming bearable (made my bottom hurt at first), Pilates, please, I would never have been able to master all of those moves, but I was there and I was trying so hard. Seeing my trainer (hi Neil!).
Yesterday, I decided to do some work on the yard. Not a whole lot, nothing too strenuous. I decided to cut down the two patches of ornamental grass- the dead bits, so the green would look good when it starts coming in. I only filled one lawn bag with clippings, and I am sore now. I am also a little bit pissed off. I don't want to be sore from doing something so small. I had no idea I would start losing my muscle tone so fast. Now I know.
I think about going in to the gym and just doing the elliptical, but my head hurts too much and I might end up making myself sick.
When I got up yesterday, my head hurt so much I felt like the top was going to pop off. I went downstairs to let Buddy out and then I ran to the bathroom to throw up. Nothing really came up, but I kept at it for a while. What an awful feeling. And poor Buddy was left outside crying and feeling abandoned.
As the day went on, Carol came over and watched TV with me. It helped. I also took some medicine. I do wonder if I was sick from taking too many different medications at the same time. I am not planning to find out!
I spent this morning scanning pictures of the World Walk for Breastfeeding 1994. What fun! Twenty years, gone just like that!
|On the steps of the Lincoln Memorial|
|Chance and Nancy|
Ok, Percocet is on my menu. Haven't had any today and I think I need some now.