I made very good progress with the treadmill declaration for a week. I have VangoNotes for Medical Terminology, and they last roughly a half-hour for each chapter, so it was very nice to study and exercise at the same time. I got on the treadmill for four days out of the five weekdays. I took off on Saturday, with the intention of hitting the treadmill on Sunday, but it never happened. Here’s the deal:
I went to church Sunday morning, volunteering for one service and staying to attend the next, as usual. By the time the second service ended, that little headache that developed at some point that morning had turned into a monster. I was feeling the raw, dull pain, experiencing a slight sensitivity to the light and noise, and began to tense up in fear of what this could turn into. We went to my brother’s for a visit, and out to see the new house he’s building in the country. Before we left I was having waves of nausea that came and went mysteriously, and the pain was worsening. Despite it, I really enjoyed getting to visit with them and see the house, which had progressed a very long way since I’d seen bare acreage! We drove the hour home and I went straight to bed.
My honey and the kids went to the store to get a few things and brought back some ibuprofen for me. I took 800 mg and laid back down. I stayed there until my mom and grandpa arrived to spend the night before catching an early flight. When I got up to welcome them I was feeling much better, with just that foggy threatening ache in the background. The next morning, and for part of the next day, that foggy ache taunted me and kept me from engaging in study or tv, which may have invited the entire thing to go into reverse and put me back in bed. I had no choice but to take two tests during this time, but I had already prepared for them, so it was just a matter of getting online long enough to take the exams.
Needless to say, I wasn’t on the treadmill for Sunday, Monday or Tuesday. Wednesday came, and I did manage to get on the treadmill. Thursday, I awoke to a sore throat, complete with congestion and cough, which I’m still recovering from. I sound like a frog, and though I am fiercely working to catch up on the schoolwork that I neglected because of the headache, I am feeling better every day.
Why is it that a headache and cold (or sinus trouble, or something) has to invade me just when I’ve committed to exercise? Of course, it would be unwise to exercise when I’m sick, so I am waiting it out until I don’t feel like my butt is dragging, and I’ll be back on the machine for a brisk walk every day.
Well I’ve got to study for a cumulative mid-term, so I’m going to get cracking!
The house is a wreck.