I can't blame it on pain levels. They've actually been really low for the best part of the day. But I've felt tired and washed out since I got up this morning. Just not quite really with it. A coworker knocked on my door this morning, to ask how long I'd be in today. I'm not sure if it was the fact that I had to think about it or that she thought I looked out of it but she decided to ask someone else to cover the information desk (we're librarians at a community college) at what would have been the end of my shift. When I finally went to go for my daily walk, I was downstairs and outside before I realized I'd forgotten to change my shoes. So I walked in my boots. Then, after I had been back for an hour or so, I realized I'd forgotten to turn the exercise tracker on my Fitbit app off when I got back.
By 3:30, I'd hit the "stick a fork in me, I'm done" stage and decided to call it a day. The last half hour I'd spent trying to get work done was amazingly frustrating and it just totally overwhelmed me out of the blue. Plus, as I texted my husband, I was either having a hot flash or dying. Although the tendency is to blame everything on fibro, that came on after I'd eaten something (more on some of that below) so it was likely either related to that or it was, indeed, a hot flash. Who can tell? Luckily, I have enough flexibility at work so that I could go ahead and leave a smidge early. Hopefully, tomorrow my brain will be functioning since I'm scheduled to teach a workshop!
I got home and discovered a wonderful little present had arrived from my mother-in-law. She had told me last week to be watching for something to come but, naturally, I had forgotten about it until it actually arrived.
I was both thrilled and touched to get this Medic Alert bracelet.
The flip side informs that I have fibromyalgia. She thought it would be a good thing for me to have, especially during races. Thanks, Mom!
I compounded the fatigue issue by adding pain to the mix and I have no one to blame but myself. Hubby brought home Chinese food for himself and our son and I made the mistake of eating some even though I knew I shouldn't. See, ever since my gastric bypass, there are certain foods that bother me. For some reason, that includes Chinese food. I have no idea why, since I eat the individual components at other times with no problems. Anyway, because I was tired, and the food both looked and smelled good, I told myself that a little wouldn't hurt and it was a lot easier to put a spoonful of rice and a couple of pieces of chicken in a bowl than to figure something else out and make it for myself.
I was wrong. I hadn't even finished the little bit I had in my bowl when the stomach pain and feeling like I wanted to bring it back up started. I just hate that feeling. It's not nausea but the feeling that if you just got rid of it, you'd feel much better and not hurt any more. Most of the time, I'm able to keep it down,as I did tonight. I did decide, however, that it was time to call it a night. I took a nice hot shower because by then my back and neck were aching. I am now contemplating whether 7:15 is late enough to go to sleep...
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