I have been pretty lucky lately.
For whatever reason, I have been able to be out of the house a little more often and able to socialize, as long as I do it in moderation and manage my time properly so that I still get a ton of rest.
Things have been seeming pretty good... So I started thinking that maybe things are looking up! I thought that maybe I had found myself a nice little routine that kept the stress levels controlled enough to help me become better and stronger.... Less of a rollercoaster and more of a linear progression upwards.
This morning (April Fool's Day), I woke up, curled my hair, got myself in a super cute outfit for the day, and kind of rushed out the door to get to an appointment. I mean, if I truly am getting stronger, then rushing shouldn't be a problem right? I could sleep in that extra ten minutes and simply get ready just a little faster. I could maybe, just maybe, rely on my body enough to make plans for the day.
Well what an April Fool's joke THAT was! Nothing serious happened, by any means, but about five minutes into the drive, I was frantically searching for a doggy bag or some other bucket or bag to throw up in (searching at red lights only, of course). Luckily (is 'luckily' even the right term to use here?) I have been through this routine before AND on that particular route to the doctor's office, so I pulled over in an old faithful spot and spent the next couple of minutes hunched over one of my pup's doggy bags (unused).
By the time I got to the appointment, I was pale and clammy and completely out of breath and weak.
He asked what it might be from and I simply said that it was a bad day.
It's not exactly just a bad day. For me it was a CLEAR sign from my body saying that I've been pushing too hard. I got too optimistic and too eager and now I have to just sit, relax, and take a few steps back in the social department.
I had ALMOST gotten to the point of being able to do one major thing a day, maybe two, for a couple of weeks there. An appointment in the afternoon and maybe a dinner out in the evening. Or a lunch date then a movie later on. Or even being able to have an appointment, do bloodwork, AND make dinner!
One bad day - one April Fool's - and it sets me back a lot farther. Now I have to build up to that point again.
Well April Fool's Day to you too body!! Just for the stunt you pulled - I'm having pizza! So there!