Boy, do I feel discouraged.
Today is horrible. Not only do I still have the pain in my neck, back, legs, abdomen, constipation, drunk vision and swelling and pressure in feet and ankles, but when I got up today Mr. Ticker was going crazy! It was weird. Not a problem at all in bed when I woke up, but as soon as I stood up (slowly because of the fatigue and pain), he pounded and raced like crazy. Well, it wasn't that fast -- I counted 130 beats per minute. (Is that mildly, moderately or really fast in your eyes, dear reader? Let me know. I have lost perspective.) It was just particularly significant because it was beating so hard and that seldom happens to me when I'm sick with this. I felt so unwell it was tricky to get down the stairs! I was shaky, fatigued and a bit light headed. After I sat down for at least about half an hour, he went back to it's slow self, but ever since he slowed down, Mr. Ticker has been pausing and flip-flopping. My chest feels heavy and I'm so, so tired. Fatigued too. I feel dazed, like I'm in that phase between sleeping and waking. It seems ludicrous that I'm not in bed right now -- let alone that I have homework to do.
This is silly: I've only been up for a couple of hours, but now I am going to lie down again for a couple of hours! The swelling won't go down unless I elevate my legs. Then I really have to get up to do my homework: I have textbook questions to answer for a group project and another assignment I have to do. It's all easy enough and won't take me long to do, but I just can't concentrate when I feel this way. I'm so excited to finish the semester so I can rest whenever I need to without any guilt or repercussions. I mean, I get extensions for stuff -- my instructors are great that way -- but then the workload accumulates. That's bad news because I already have enough work to do at any given time.
At least my event is over... I'm so glad I had a good body day for it!
My mom is playing Hawaii music downstairs and it's sooo nice. We're going to a condo in Maui on April 30 for 10 days! I can't think of better therapy... Then when i get home from Maui my days will remain filled with books, writing, music, the puppy and little else. Oh, the puppy is ours now -- did I tell you guys? His name is Pounce.