What a week
Nov. 12th, 2011 09:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
onepageatatimeSo rather than try all the introductory stuff that bores me to death (and which anybody who originally knew me as ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cafemusique may already know), I'll focus on this week.
Monday started out upbeat. I got my wife and I breakfast at a drive-thru and came home. Only later would I realize that this was to be the high point of the week. For your sake, dear reader, I will limit which details of the next few days I share. The good news? Despite my intestinal distress, I did not vomit.
Tuesday was a complete loss, never sure whether to lie down or have a bath or just sit on the toilet. Very little eaten. Nothing appetizing. No certainty that eating would be helpful.
Wednesday, I felt slightly better. I tried to do some prep work at the church before the evening's rehearsal. After 20 minutes, I was dripping with sweat and had accomplished pretty much nothing. And I had no energy. We went through a drive-thru for some lunch. I came home and e-mailed the choir to cancel rehearsal. I still hoped to play for the short evening service. Until...shall I say....the flatuence that wasn't. My wife called the rector and told him I wouldn't be there.
Thursday, most of the day was spent still not up to much, and getting rapidly bored by being unable to concentrate even for the length of a sitcom. For lunch I had a few forkfulls of macaroni and cheese and didn't feel like it would immediately depart. That evening, while my wife was at a church event, I finally began to feel like myself again. I had an hour-long phone conversation with Mom and when my wife asked how I was that night, I said simply "I don't want to jinx anything."
Sadly, I didn't need to say anything to jinx it. Friday, I awoke and found that in my sleep, I'd done something to my right shoulder. After a couple of hours, the rest of my day was consumed with finding a position that didn't cause pain. I never was successful. When I went to bed that evening, I borrowed my wife's electric heating pad and was finally able to get the pain to ease enough for me to sleep.
This morning, I awoke without pain. And felt like myself for the first time since Monday's breakfast.
So, that's the week. Hopefully they won't all be this exciting; though with Thanksgiving and Christmas on their way, I won't count on it.
cafemusique may already know), I'll focus on this week.Monday started out upbeat. I got my wife and I breakfast at a drive-thru and came home. Only later would I realize that this was to be the high point of the week. For your sake, dear reader, I will limit which details of the next few days I share. The good news? Despite my intestinal distress, I did not vomit.
Tuesday was a complete loss, never sure whether to lie down or have a bath or just sit on the toilet. Very little eaten. Nothing appetizing. No certainty that eating would be helpful.
Wednesday, I felt slightly better. I tried to do some prep work at the church before the evening's rehearsal. After 20 minutes, I was dripping with sweat and had accomplished pretty much nothing. And I had no energy. We went through a drive-thru for some lunch. I came home and e-mailed the choir to cancel rehearsal. I still hoped to play for the short evening service. Until...shall I say....the flatuence that wasn't. My wife called the rector and told him I wouldn't be there.
Thursday, most of the day was spent still not up to much, and getting rapidly bored by being unable to concentrate even for the length of a sitcom. For lunch I had a few forkfulls of macaroni and cheese and didn't feel like it would immediately depart. That evening, while my wife was at a church event, I finally began to feel like myself again. I had an hour-long phone conversation with Mom and when my wife asked how I was that night, I said simply "I don't want to jinx anything."
Sadly, I didn't need to say anything to jinx it. Friday, I awoke and found that in my sleep, I'd done something to my right shoulder. After a couple of hours, the rest of my day was consumed with finding a position that didn't cause pain. I never was successful. When I went to bed that evening, I borrowed my wife's electric heating pad and was finally able to get the pain to ease enough for me to sleep.
This morning, I awoke without pain. And felt like myself for the first time since Monday's breakfast.
So, that's the week. Hopefully they won't all be this exciting; though with Thanksgiving and Christmas on their way, I won't count on it.
