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Waking was brutal. I did get my medicines down, including potassium. I brushed my teeth. It stopped about there. My ability to think clearly is simply not available. I hit a stopping point when trying to do my exercises. My muscles are simply too sore to truly do my exercises. Perhaps I have been pushing too hard too fast, doubling my initial exercises from my original amount in the last three weeks or so. I will give my muscles a break today. I may turn that into a three day a week thing, my exercises, instead of a daily routine. I knew that would have to happen sooner or later I just didn't think it would happen this fast.
I have been pushing things, this week and even before. I have been out of the house every day this week until today and I will be going out again Friday, Saturday, and maybe Sunday if I can make it. I have been getting up within a few hours of 7:00, as well. Even on the weekends (if I can't always get right to anything). I am worn out. Fair enough, a day off, then a light weekend, and then I will try it again Monday. I will try to meet with Father this Friday, if nothing else I will schedule an appointment. I am also set for Mass and taking my friend shooting and making us dinner as well tomorrow. To that end, I might peel the potatoes tonight, to be diced and boiled tomorrow.
I am even considering peeling and coring some apples with which to make an apple crisp. When I take the roast out I can just slide the crisp in. I might simply see if there is a way to make the crisp and have it ready to set out tomorrow, to get it to room temp, before finally baking it. Hmm, that means French vanilla ice cream must be purchased as well.
But today is a bust. I will do little and can do little. My muscles are rather sore and unhappy about being pushed, my mind is not able to focus, and I am as tired as I can be and still be awake. I'll still get a few things done, and prep for dinner tomorrow. Maybe a light day and an early bedtime will help. I don't think so, not completely. Imagine if we all ran on batteries. My battery is diminished. And more, my recharge rate is greatly reduced. Simply put, one day of rest will not recharge my battery and I have nearly emptied it of charge. This simply may take some time. I can't just replace my battery, an experimental, dubious, process. So, some days are just going to have to be a little bit less than hoped.
Later.
Heya Doom! You're making me hungry with all this talk of a roast, potatoes and an apple crisp. What is your street address again? (Don't answer that).
ReplyDeleteAnyway, I had been thinking about you and searched google for your blog a few weeks ago and couldn't find it. Saw a comment from you on an old post of mine and bam! Here I am. Sorry your health is bad. Good to hear you are involved at your church. There is nothing better than fellowship during trying times. You are definitely on the right track. Friends in real life are better for us than online friends. Not to say that what we do here is not important, but in terms of our mental outlook, IRL friends are more cheering.
Just want to say hi and send supportive and caring vibes your way.~~~~~~~~~~~~
Oh, I hide my blog from the internet, or try. Desert Cat, Jean's Pondering, Heidi's pebblechaser (as Doom), and Shelter From the Storm, have me linked, if that helps. Most 'big' blogs find me a bit... too much for their line of links. And I don't ask, anyway. :)
ReplyDeleteNever worry, I live at 2247 N. Harvest E., Catchcan, Utah. Or... not. Don't worry, ma'am. If I were to send you my address I would not do it on my blog... probably. :p But if you and your family were ever really that hungry for some meal or other, you would be welcome anytime. If your husband or boys are a big eaters just give me fair warning! I never send people away from my table hungry. And give me a day notice or more, so that I can touch up any rough edges. While serious, I understand the query is merely tease, on your part. If playing, play to the finish line is all.