Tuesday, February 10, 2015
Golden arches, faux stick and bottomless pit
I think this week may be my final appointment with the chiro. I don't want to jinx myself but when I thought the tendon problem was coming back after walking almost 40 miles in Chicago, I saw that as long as I do 2 really good digging sessions in my arches to keep them pliable as well as a rolling session on the arches and lower leg, the tugging has been kept at bay. Then they'll truly be golden arches. Of course I haven't done any really hard core workouts either because I didn't want to jack myself up right away. I will add some more normal cardio back into the routine this week and continue focusing on the legs more during strength workouts and hope for the best. If I do that and if my pain level keeps up as it has the past week, he likely won't order any more visits except for an as needed basis. Woot! I will continue to go to him right after a vacation where my routine has changed for a week or more just to make sure he makes sure I didn't do any damage and can work out any potential kinks. He agreed that was a good idea when I mentioned it to him.
When we went to Chicago and I forgot my "Stick" (hard roller), I freaked because it would've saved me a lot of pain and my weenie little tennis ball just couldn't work out the kinks. So I ordered a version to keep in my suitcase all the time so I won't ever forget it. The Stick's price went up a little and I'm too cheap to pay more for an extra one. So I found this one:
It'll do for a vacation but it's not flexible like my regular one so I'd say for the extra $8, if you're considering it, get the original. I love that baby. But this will be fine to keep in the suitcase so I never find myself without one and now that the Mr needs to roll regularly now (a fact he's desperately trying to deny), we'll both be glad it's with us.
I was ravenous about an hour before my usual lunchtime and I wondered if it was due to the steroid treatment or not. I held out and chugged water to try to appease the beast. Even as I type this and have had my dinner and snack, I find myself wanting something else and it sucks to feel that way. Is this why they say people gain weight on steroid therapies because of this bottomless pit feeling?
My smell was a little diminished again yesterday which got me whining. I know I'm early in treatment (day four) but when you're on week seven of dealing with it as a whole, you just want everything to be done. I made chili for dinner and I couldn't smell the onions I was cutting or even the serrano and jalapeno peppers! I think that early kick of 70-80% smell on Saturday was a 'gift' as the Mr called it. A hint of relief to come I think. I must be patient. HA...fat chance.
We went down and ended up gabbing for about 45 minutes. It was a good talk and I'll likely share a bit of it tomorrow. Then we did Power 90 and it was time for dinner. The chili was good, I think. The Mr seemed to love it so I guess that's a plus. We settled in for Sleepy Hollow (which is thankfully righting itself after 70% of the season going a little sideways) and then I flipped to Tom's (Ichabod's) favorite show the Great British Bake Off just after Sleepy Hollow. It only seemed right. They were making pasties (pass-tees). We had some of those in Traverse City and while I wanted to love them, we both found them bland. I hope these people had better luck with theirs. Thankfully my not so savory experience with them didn't make me want to eat them or attack the fridge. Why is it when we're hungry many of us watch cooking shows?
Makes sense...*rolling eyes*
Are you patient when recovering from an injury or illness? Do you find yourself inadvertently watching cooking shows when you're hungry?
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