Thursday nite, I struggled walking around this apartment! WDF??? I felt so unstable and unsure of myself that I used the scooter INSIDE here – something I never do. I went to sleep and right then and there decided that if I wake up struggling the same way, I wasn’t going to work. Friday morning, I was moving around a little better and was about to get ready for work and I said, “fcuk it. I’m taking a “Stacey” day.” Those of you who know me know how out of character that was – I don’t even like to call in sick when I AM sick. My wretched disease was kicking my ass tho so I figured it was ok.
I really really do hope that all of this is as a result of my not working out or doing any PT for the week and nothing more (it’s happened once or twice before but never been this bad). I’ve since done my PT routine and I’m moving around better but I’m not my normal self really. Went out Sunday and made it back with no drama so that, at least is a good thing. Went to the gym this morning (i was actually looking forward to it and couldn’t wait) and even though unfortunately the workout was a shortened one, already some body parts feel better but did it actually make any difference? time will tell i suppose.
Being sick really is a bitch!