She's off! And she's down.

When Tuesday rolled around, let me tell you—I was feeling pumped UP! Ready to rock ‘n roll with the new regime of FertileAid, healthier eating and better fitness.  I ran 5K, lifted weights at the gym, walked Tate about a mile to the park where we played airplane (me flying him around like a plane for 10 minutes or so), climbed and played on the swings and slides, walked back, and then did some yoga poses that night after the T-man went to bed.  I felt great when I crashed—tired, but healthy and proud of myself for having such an active day.

Wednesday morning I woke up and found it somewhat hard to breath.  Hmmm. I figured it would get better as the day progressed, so I shrugged it off and got to work. But it didn’t improve. I had some serious pain radiating from under my right rib cage all the way around to my back. It hurt to take a deep breath, and if I moved the wrong way, the pain was severe. When Bruce called from the road to check in, I actually started crying on the phone and he told me to GO.TO.THE.DOCTOR.NOW.  Fine.  I couldn’t get in to our family doctor that afternoon, after waiting so long to make the call—they told me to go to the emergency room instead. 

Thus began a four-hour saga of x-rays (followed by waiting), blood work (more waiting), an IV filled with fluids (waiting and waiting), a cat scan (mooooore waiting), and finally, the pronouncement: they found nothing out of the ordinary, and I probably pulled some muscles. OY VEY.  A relief, yes—my dad has had several blood clots in his lungs, so needless to say there’s some worry there about it being hereditary.  In my case, though, a pulled muscle—really?!  I’ve never felt a pulled muscle like that before!  I can’t wait to see the bill in the mail.  It’s going to be a doozy, right on the heels of several fun letters from the IRS saying that I owe more taxes from 2009, when we apparently underestimated my income (a client forgot to send a W2 form, and I forgot about the client…what can I say, 2009 was a blur for me).  

Anyway, I feel terrible about the whole saga. My mom ran over to take care of Tatum on short notice, and ended up babysitting all four grandkids, since I had agreed to watch my sister’s kiddos that night while she attended school orientation; this after mom had spent the morning with my sister’s kiddos already. That’s a very long day of taking care of a herd of active children for her!  And my stepdad spent hours and hours sitting in the emergency room with me, waiting for results. I feel like I wasted their time on nothing, but who knew?  I really thought it was something serious, the way the pain felt.

Lesson learned. I overdid things right out of the gate. As a result, I’ve been forced to take two days off from exercise completely. Hopefully I can accomplish something today, even if it’s a long walk or something along those lines. 

On the plus side, pain has a way of decreasing one’s appetite.  My weight is down 3 lbs.  Three more and I’ll be within my ideal fertile BMI!  Heading in the right direction…and hoping my body holds up to get me there.