The way I've been downing those meds, they should pay me to advertise. I have not quite been feeling myself. About 2 days after I got to Wisconsin, my gut started acting up. Not that unusual for me. I was hoping it would clear up when I returned but no. Monday, before my evening flight, Jason and I snuck in a nice, albeit steaming hot, 10-mile run around the country roads where his parents lived. I managed to settle my gut with a hefty dose of Immodium and Zantac. I got back Monday after midnight, which was really screwy.
Ever since, lab has been impossibly crazy busy, and it's been nearly impossible just to keep my head on straight. I somehow have managed to keep the apartment straight, unpack, and go grocery shopping. However, I have had absolutely NO appetite. Whatsoever. Eating has been like force-feeding a toddler cough syrup.
Tuesday, could not "stomach" breakfat. Ate lunch only to have it screw up stomach. Settled it with Immodium and Zantac. Made myself go for a swim after lab, even though I was dead-tired. Actually was a pretty nice swim. Was hungry afterwards. Yea! Ate a nice meal, which promptly sent my stomach into a downward spiral. Settled it with Immodium and Zantac (do you see a pattern here?). Went to bed at a decent time--11. Woke up late (9), which kind of shot my whole day. Got home at 8. Ugh. Could barely get down a bowl of cereal for dinner b/c of stomach issues. Went to bed exhausted at 9:30. Woke up at 8:30. Wasn't hungry and had to force down a banana. Settled it with Immodium and Zantac (I should advertise!). Ran around at lab all day long in circles from 9:30 to midnight before calling it quits.
Begged security to escort me to my lone car in the far, isolated parking lot across the street. He reluctantly called someone else, who reluctantly picked me up and drove me there, grumbling the whole way. Hey! I'm from St. Louis, and I know a thing or two about crime. You don't put yourself in those kind of situations. You just don't. You are SECURITY. So tough it up and escort the lady to her friggin' car!!! And DON'T make her feel bad about it! Where is the chivalry today? Jeez. But I digress...
Bunnies were starved when I got home. Poor things. Oscar was so excited, he pounced on his very full food dish before I could set it on the ground. What do you do when a grunting, 10 lb, large black bunny bouncing around pounces on a dish in your hand? Answer--drop it! Food went everywhere. Of course, he couldn't figure out what happened to it and continued rooting around in the now-empty food dish, grunting, hysterical, and now mad that I made his food "disappear." Bunnies are very near-sighted and can sometimes seem a little dim-witted at finding things right under their nose. Eventually, he realized that my finger was pointing at the spilled food on the floor for him to eat (ooooh) and not to tease him with. At that point, he stopped attacking my finger and began shoveling food down his throat.
Anyway, I'm very behind on my workouts for this week, and it pises me off. I think I have pretty good excuses though. In addition to my totally whacked-out gut (hey, is this a good diet plan?), I somehow managed to pull a groin muscle on Wednesday. Doing what, I don't know. Sitting? I always hurt myself in the stupidest ways. So now I'm limping when I walk. And it hurts to go upstairs b/c I can't lift my leg very well. wtf? Between getting back from being out-of-town, a ridiculous amount of work at lab, my gut (can I trade it in?), and my groin, I guess I have a pretty good excuse for taking the last two days off. Argh. I hate it.
What would make tomorrow a good day? (Er, I guess today). If I could actually get into lab early (not looking promising at this point) and get all my crap done early. Then, go for a bike ride and still make it in time for the swim/potluck thing the club is having at the cove. It's not going to happen, is it? Ack! It's already Friday, and I still need to do 3 bikes, 2 runs, 1 swim, and 1 weight session before Sunday is over. Crap. I'm in survival mode now, I guess. Maybe next week will be a perfect week...