Tuesday night, I laid my stuff out so I would be able to get out of bed Wednesday morning and head straight to the gym. Apparently that was NOT meant to be. Wednesday morning rolled around and I could not wake up. I am used to fatigue, but this was a whole different feeling. Once I was finally able to get up I was straight back down! The room would not stop spinning! I spent the better part of the day in bed holding on for dear life, I swore if I didn’t I would have gone flying off my bed! After getting numb patches my sister and I decided something needed to be done so off I went to the urgent care. All that nightmare was because I had holes in BOTH ear drums! They put me on a few meds to include an antibiotic and sent me home back to bed with paperwork saying I am not to drive for about a week, yea, like that is going to happen! Thursday, my mom had to take me to an appointment, which I returned the favor by introducing her to my favorite little deli,
Wooglin Deli. As someone who doesn’t eat land animal, I can go there and have no issue finding something enjoyable to eat. Since I am wonderful little sister I even brought my sister some chicken noodle soup (which my sister said was one of the best she had ever had). My mom really enjoyed her order, so I guess they have a new customer!
Friday, I had the chance to be vain. One of the insanely long list of symptoms of lupus is hair loss. Luckily VERY thick hair runs in my family so losing hair off the top of my head isn’t too much of a big deal, at this point. My eyebrows are an area that I am very self-conscious about. I have been thinking about permanent makeup for a while now and I finally found an artist I felt like I could trust. Knowing I would not be able to get out like I want to for a bit I took full advantage of the forced quiet time.
Most importantly and most excitedly for the next nine months this blog will be under a temporary change. No, this is not turning into a pregnancy blog. Until the end of October this blog will become Fat Chic to Ironman. I am not doing an Ironman® due to the issue I had with IM CDA not ad hearing to USAT’s ruling about wearing dive gloves during the swim due to medical reasons. I stumbled across an iron distance triathlon (USAT Sanctioned) that fits my needs perfectly!
~If you hear that someone is speaking ill of you, instead of trying to defend yourself you should say: "He obviously does not know me very well, since there are so many other faults he could have mentioned"~
