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a health post - sorry
Jun. 11th, 2010 01:26 pmToday is perforce a quiet day. This was kind of of predictable. Normally when I have weeks as busy as this one, I allow a lot of rest time. I still need rest time after a specialist has checked on me, for instance, which I find odd, given how much more I can do in a week now. The thing is, though, that my quiet Wednesday afternoon and evening wasn't so quiet as I'd planned and my placid Thursday morning was an early and busy Thursday morning. I was moving mountains from 7.45 am after a very late and emotional night.
The friend and family related things I can't talk about are very serious, so the other burdens this week are quite high. I got through yesterday with the combined support of Elizabeth and Donna. Elizabeth not only ran me round for my messages, she helped with a bunch of household stuff that was going to be problematic and now is entirely under control - changes in a household can be quite difficult for someone who is chronically ill, if they come in a bad week - I had no strength to put back all the stuff that had come out from under the sink for the plumber, for instance. Donna who brought me some vegies and we sat round for a bit and I slowed down and relaxed. Friends are good.
Some of my symptoms returned late in the evening and I nearly took myself off to the doctor. It was outside doctor hours so instead I went to bed. I woke up before the doctor was open, so I went back to bed for an hour. I woke up a few minutes ago and the symptoms are 50% diminished.
Obviously my overall health is improving (except for my eyes, which is a bit of bad news from Tuesday). Overwork and stress has higher consequences than it did before my life got too interesting, though. I'm going to have to watch myself more.
Tonight I'm having a relaxing (and not-hard-work) dinner with Rachel and Mia. I may skip the CSFG meeting on Wednesday and stay out of the cold for a few days (since the cold and the not-entirely-good heart turn out to be unhappy companions) and take more care in general for a week. When my legs stop telling me "I don't want to move" and the feet are back to their normal size I shall be much happier. I'm already half way there, though, and the other aches are all gone.
Rest assured, that if one of the aches had been chest pains, I would have rung an ambulance, not waited to see if things improved. And things are improving now. And I shall rest and do gentle exercise for the next few days.
The friend and family related things I can't talk about are very serious, so the other burdens this week are quite high. I got through yesterday with the combined support of Elizabeth and Donna. Elizabeth not only ran me round for my messages, she helped with a bunch of household stuff that was going to be problematic and now is entirely under control - changes in a household can be quite difficult for someone who is chronically ill, if they come in a bad week - I had no strength to put back all the stuff that had come out from under the sink for the plumber, for instance. Donna who brought me some vegies and we sat round for a bit and I slowed down and relaxed. Friends are good.
Some of my symptoms returned late in the evening and I nearly took myself off to the doctor. It was outside doctor hours so instead I went to bed. I woke up before the doctor was open, so I went back to bed for an hour. I woke up a few minutes ago and the symptoms are 50% diminished.
Obviously my overall health is improving (except for my eyes, which is a bit of bad news from Tuesday). Overwork and stress has higher consequences than it did before my life got too interesting, though. I'm going to have to watch myself more.
Tonight I'm having a relaxing (and not-hard-work) dinner with Rachel and Mia. I may skip the CSFG meeting on Wednesday and stay out of the cold for a few days (since the cold and the not-entirely-good heart turn out to be unhappy companions) and take more care in general for a week. When my legs stop telling me "I don't want to move" and the feet are back to their normal size I shall be much happier. I'm already half way there, though, and the other aches are all gone.
Rest assured, that if one of the aches had been chest pains, I would have rung an ambulance, not waited to see if things improved. And things are improving now. And I shall rest and do gentle exercise for the next few days.