Not good....

I went away Memorial Day weekend and came back with some crazy stomach infection. It was much like normal food poisoning but 10 times worse. All the lovely waves of nausea, pain and torrents escaping from both ends of me PLUS pain in every major joint in my body (including every single vertebrae of my spine), sleeplessness (due to the pain), mild fevers, pits of despair feelings, tears, and whimpery moans every 15 minutes or so. The plus side was that I was restricted to lying in bed for much of the time, which allowed me to rest my knee, which I had banged up right before Memorial Day. I am not too good with my body these days.

So, now I am back to eating solid foods. But not all is well, particularly in the bowel related region. The interesting thing is that it has really made me re-evaluate my relationship with my body.

So I had a terrible terrible day today. Lord knows why. This morning, I went swimming after a week-long haitus. I had a rice and beans burrito afterwards. Then life was all down hill from there. My stomach hurt, I felt quite fatigued again, and I was an emotional basket-case for the rest of the day. The slightest push of any sort, even if it was wind, would send me tumbling down into the pits of despair. For example, this evening, J, the husband, and I were talking about his aunt who is about to undergo a biopsy. J said that if I wanted to call his aunt before the surgery, it was up to me. But that I should do what I think I would want someone to do if I was in his aunt's case.

I just fell apart there, bawling for twenty minutes.

I think it is my digestive track giving me grief about eating the rice and beans (and all that abdominal work out while swimming). Who'd have thunk that my body has so much control over me. I now know who's my master.