Sober ... and sick???

Okay, I admit I don't know what's happening to my bod.

I couldn't accompany M to the GP's this morning, because I had a sick tum (which, basically, has been with me since Monday morning). So, I called to apologise (and that meant missing a trip on the way home to the liquor store, because the wine, she is not here).

So, I crawled into bed with the intent of having a two-hour nap. Almost before the alarm, I was woken by the phone. It was the Arthritis Society calling to set up my first physio appointment. Ooooooky, I can be awake. See me hop out of bed to get a pencil and paper. Unfortunately, the earliest date is May 13 and it'll be another semi-long cab ride, but at least in the same suburb, just way north of me.

I then set out to roast the chicken legs that had been marinating since 9 this morning and the baked 'taters. I gave everything a good two hours and had a quick shower before transporting all the food to M's shortly after 6. Well, I found M in bed, reacting to a realistic and grim visit with the GP. First advice: cut back riding to one day a week. Second advice: stop riding completely for this term. Final diagnosis: we don't want to think about it. At least we had a lovely dinner, though I drank Powerade (to help settle my tum) while M had a beer. And M shooed me home before 8:45!

When I came home, there was an e-mail from Brian, because we're going shopping for patio furniture for him tomorrow. Please, tum, co-operate. Anyway, I forced myself to eat a plain bagel (isn't there a law against that?) so that it would count as the food before swallowing my evening med. And that's about it for my sober and sick day. Let's hope tomorrow is better.

Cautious hugs to all,
H.

Sober ... and sick???

Okay, I admit I don't know what's happening to my bod.

I couldn't accompany M to the GP's this morning, because I had a sick tum (which, basically, has been with me since Monday morning). So, I called to apologise (and that meant missing a trip on the way home to the liquor store, because the wine, she is not here).

So, I crawled into bed with the intent of having a two-hour nap. Almost before the alarm, I was woken by the phone. It was the Arthritis Society calling to set up my first physio appointment. Ooooooky, I can be awake. See me hop out of bed to get a pencil and paper. Unfortunately, the earliest date is May 13 and it'll be another semi-long cab ride, but at least in the same suburb, just way north of me.

I then set out to roast the chicken legs that had been marinating since 9 this morning and the baked 'taters. I gave everything a good two hours and had a quick shower before transporting all the food to M's shortly after 6. Well, I found M in bed, reacting to a realistic and grim visit with the GP. First advice: cut back riding to one day a week. Second advice: stop riding completely for this term. Final diagnosis: we don't want to think about it. At least we had a lovely dinner, though I drank Powerade (to help settle my tum) while M had a beer. And M shooed me home before 8:45!

When I came home, there was an e-mail from Brian, because we're going shopping for patio furniture for him tomorrow. Please, tum, co-operate. Anyway, I forced myself to eat a plain bagel (isn't there a law against that?) so that it would count as the food before swallowing my evening med. And that's about it for my sober and sick day. Let's hope tomorrow is better.

Cautious hugs to all,
H.