My sinuses hate nor'easters. All week my left sinus let me know it was unhappy when I dove deep in the pool and whenever the weather shifted. This morning, the right sinus is stabbing me.
Last night I went to bed with the stabbing right side of my face headache, letting me know it was going to snow today.
Snowing, and i'm ubering the hell out of it. At least somebody is happy with the snow.
And stabby sinuses here, too.
Sail, it wasn't a crappy, or even average doctor that I had that conversation with. This was the good guy.
Ah, I misunderstood. It was the disconnect with your body that was upsetting you, not the doctor. I have moments like that, but usually only when I'm in a store changing room; those mirrors and the lighting conspire into pure evil. I never believe that's actually me, so it makes me completely dissatisfied with my body and the clothes I try on. I more frequently leave shops without buying anything than whatever it was I thought I desperately needed. There was probably close to a year at my heaviest where I only had one pair of pants that I wore every day, because I hated the sight of myself in anything I tried on.
Loving the pet stories. One of my cats never sat on me during Pilates, but he constantly wandered behind my head when I was on my back or under my nose when I was on my front. Especially under my chin during push-ups or plank and I'm all like, "dude, I need to lower myself now, go away."
Interesting theories, Jess and Jesse. You could both be right, need more data.
The universality of dogs and cats thinking their humans do yoga for the animals' convenience is cracking me up.
Timelies all!
The thing we were signed up for today got cancelled due to the threat of weather. Said weather hasn't shown up here. Oh, well...
I guess I should go shovel a little, but meh! Physical exercise is good for cramps, right?
No snow here, surprising, I know.
I dreamed of old college boyfriends randomly showing up while I was traveling. Like serving bbq random.
I woke up weepy. I hope it is not hormones. If it is, my body is really and truly off anything resembling a cycle and I'll need to get back on meds. I suspect it just might be life though.
I am about to go do 18 miles (roughly 3.6 hours) on an ellipitcal machine since I still can run. Pity me.