Oh liquid NyQuil,
How you burn in my tummy.
Please start working soon!
♥ BG
Tag Archives: sick
Today…
…I am frustrated.
I’m still trying to fight off whatever it is that’s trying to attack me. My asthma started kicking in this afternoon, so the next few days should be interesting.
I want to have a clean house, but I don’t have the time and energy to keep it clean. I just requested quotes from two cleaning services. Even if I can swing someone coming in once a month, I’ll feel much, much better and much less stressed. I’m going crazy with the mess and dust and…everything. If I don’t have to worry about the deep cleaning, I’m sure I can keep up with the daily stuff. I just get overwhelmed when I look around and see all that has to be done.
Switching subjects: I had to have my watch sent for repair a few weeks ago; something was wrong with the movement. The Boy got the mail today. My watch is back, but with scratches on the face. I’m angry.
I don’t know. I don’t really have a point. I’m just…overwhelmed and frustrated and ready to feel better. I’m so ready to feel normal again.
Food so far today:
Cafe au lait–290 cals, 11g protein
Eggs w/ bacon bits & cheese–235 cals, 19g protein
Cookie: 80 cals, 2g protein
Who Turned Up Gravity?
I feel weird. Heavy. It took a lot of self-cajoling to convince myself to lift my computer to start typing. Now, it’s taking an enormous amount of effort to make my fingers peck away at the keys. It’s like the air is pressing around me more today than it was yesterday and all of my energy was sucked out of me while I slept.
I’m beginning to wonder if it might be better to just let the cold come on full-force rather than fighting it and struggling with days upon days of this pre-cold nonsense.
On Colds
I know that few people enjoy getting colds. But let me tell you, I like them less than your average bear. I rarely suffer from symptoms of my asthma, but they come out in full force when I get a respiratory infection. One of my friends might be sick with “the cold that’s going around” for three or four days, but I’ll be down for the count for two weeks or more. I usually need the help of strong steroids and antibiotics before I can even begin to recover. It’s like the virus gladly gives way to the bacteria just so I can suffer for longer.
The good news is that I seem to have a strong immune system. I haven’t had a cold since January of 2009, six months before I was banded! I think this makes it harder on me when I do get sick, though, as apparently only the most robust and stubborn germs get through.
A good friend of mine became ill a while back. It’s been over two weeks since he started feeling sick and he still sounds horrible. This is a man who is healthy and young; he doesn’t get sick very often. “It started with a sore throat,” he said.
Imagine my horror when my throat started feeling sore and swollen this afternoon. I immediately ran to the grocery store and bought Airborne, which has both zinc and vitamin C, which are said to help fight colds.
Preventative Measures!
Effervesce, little Airborne tablet, effervesce!
I’m even more afraid to get sick now, threat of pneumonia and/or hospitalization aside. I fear that a cold might mean that I have to get a partial or even FULL unfill, as people report tighter restriction when they get respiratory infections. I have no desire to start at square one again.
Let’s hope I don’t find out how my body deals with the situation. I’m off to take another Airborne!
Exercise Question
What do you do when you don’t feel well?
I still feel decidedly unwell. For two weeks, I’ve had nearly constant low-level nausea, sometimes joined by really intense headaches and/or gas. I also lack energy in a major way.
I haven’t been exercising simply because I barely have energy to complete day-to-day tasks, but I feel like I should get on the treadmill and go. I’m not going to be able to do the half marathon if I don’t get started.
Thoughts?
Also, on an even whinier note, I’ve noticed that the banded blog sphere is on fire about doing the Princess Half Marathon after one person made a post about it over the weekend. Shows what an impact I have, as I’ve been writing about it since March.
Lane Bryant!
I have some new clothes!!
I had to make a payment on my Lane Bryant credit card (hello 25% interest!!) over the weekend. When I went to the website, I noticed that they had a sale: 40% off of EVERYTHING (excluding Spanx).
Now, my bras have been too big for quite a while (you can tell in the Slimpressions video I posted in July) and I was looking forward to Labor Day sales this coming weekend so that I could maybe perhaps get a few that fit me a little better. This was my chance, and a week early!!
So I went to the nearest Lane Bryant on Sunday and asked for a tape measure.
I went from wearing a 46C before surgery to a 44B in January to a 40D now. I was swimming in the B cup, but now I need a D cup? Bra sizing is weird.
I got four of these bras. I also got two tunics (one black, one gray):
Long tunics!
and three lacy camis (one teal, one purple, one pink):
I got these to wear under the tunics.
and I ordered a pair of pants:
I haven't had khaki pants in years!
IN SIZE 14P because the 16A I tried on in the store was TOO BIG. And not just in the length sense!
SIZE 14!
All of the shirts I bought were size 14/16, which means that this may have been my last Lane Bryant purchase ever. Except for bras. I might still buy bras there.
HOLY SMOKES!
I haven’t really purchased any clothes since I was banded. I’ve bought a shirt or pair of jeans here and there, but I’ve mostly been wearing things that I had from my smaller days many years ago and really baggy shirts. Really, I’m still wearing tees that fit me pre-op.
It’s amazing how much more comfortable I am wearing a bra that fits. And, for the first time in a long time, I feel kind of cute. Kind of.
(Sorry I haven’t been blogging much lately. I was sick. I didn’t think I’d ever get better. Now I think I’m almost back to normal. Starting back on C25k tomorrow–is anyone still with me on this??)
I Lack Compassion
The Boy woke up this morning and said, “My tummy hurts!” He lasted about 45 minutes at work before he returned home. That’s when I knew it was bad–the Boy rarely misses work.
Later today, he sent me a text message: “I HATE throwing up.”
My first thoughts weren’t really of the Boy, how he was feeling, or how I could help. Instead, they were more like, Oh God I hope he’s not contagious. I can’t vomit. My band will slip!
So there you have it. No compassion. Just the Girl, worried about her own wellbeing. I’m sorry, Boy. I love you.
<3
Note: We don’t think this is related to the Boy’s three week long bought of almost liver failure in November. He thinks the chicken and pasta he had for dinner last night was off.
I have anti-nausea pills left from when I had surgery standing by, just in case.
Sick!
Woe is me!
Sorry everyone. I am the proud owner of a cold, which is turning into a constant asthmatic presence, which is exhausting. The cold (for Phoenix) weather isn’t helping at all.
So I offer my apologies and a promise for a Click review tomorrow.
It’s Not Gone!
So the cold I was trying to get but defeated in a grand victory came back! I guess my victory wasn’t so grand after all.
I can’t go to the gym until I can breathe better, and this makes me very unhappy. I’m almost itching to go! I was so happy with myself for rolling out of bed almost every morning, putting on my sexy (ha!) workout clothes, and making the trek. I really want to go back and I’m afraid that this enforced week and a half long break is going to ruin my momentum.
I started back on solids yesterday–so far so good. I got a little stuck on some pasta last night but I think it’s because it was in need of a lot more moisture. I ate half of a flatbread sandwich for breakfast/lunch, about a cup of really dry pasta for dinner, about three-quarters of a cup of turkey chili, and the other half of the sandwich a few hours after that. I really need to concentrate on getting more veggies in, but eating’s been really sporadic since the Boy’s sick…and then I’m all about grabbing what’s handy and finding food that the Boy will eat–he’s even pickier than normal right now.
I think that’s all I have to report right now! How are you guys doing?