When I haven’t been doing well, I have a tendency to not be very active. Because, well, I don’t feel good.
Before the Disney trip, I was a very busy girl, making teeshirts and buttons and pinwheels and cleaning house. Then we went to Disneyland for the meet, I over imbibed the first not, underslept and was generally worn out the entire trip (I really have to learn to pace myself). We get home, that entire week, even though I tried to get stuff done, I just didn’t feel good.
Then I end up in the hospital (which was going to happen eventually, my stones, which didn’t appear overnight, were so bad, they weren’t going away by themselves), I’m out of it for a week, come home, still not up to snuff. Then a cold hits me, then I get the stupid reflux problem.
So, I take pills for the reflux for a few days, happy dance, they work, I’m feeling great.
And yesterday, I cleaned the extra room, I did laundry, I put laundry away that had been sitting in the basket (things that didn’t matter if they were wrinkled) in the extra room, I installed upgraded security software on two computers. I ran the dishwasher, I washed pots and pans, I made dinner (which involved a lot of standing up, we had cornflake chicken and I cut the chicken up into pieces, I don’t use whole breasts and I made potato wedges). While that was cooking, I put the clean dishes away, washed my prep bowls and started reloading the dishwasher. After dinner, I washed the pans from dinner and loaded up the dishwasher.
My back was killing me. I was tired. I took a shower around 8:30 and when I got out, Brian was asleep on the loveseat, I looked for something to watch, caught another Big Bang repeat and I fell asleep on the sofa. We got up at ten and went to bed.
I couldn’t sleep. Not that I had anything running around in my mind, I just couldn’t sleep. So, I took a sleep aid (the kind with the stuff that’s in allergy meds that makes you sleepy) and this morning, I’m in a fog. After breakfast I curled up in a corner of the sofa with my Kindle, lay my head on the pillow and the next thing I knew, it was 9:30 and Brian was getting ready to leave for work.
That’s what happens when I feel good after not feeling good for so long. I over do it. Then I don’t feel good all over again. Well, at least it won’t take weeks to get over this. *lol*:jesterA: