Thursday, July 25, 2013

So, getting out the shower this morning.......

When do I throw in the towel?

I am frustrated to the point of tears once again.

The past 12 months have been sh!tastic for me health and body wise. Nothing terminal, just things that alter my ability to enjoy the big and little things in life and keep myself healthy and strong.

My feet, they ALWAYS hurt. Not just normal "I've been on my feet too long" hurt, but a hobbling, makes you consider if it's really necessary to get up and pee in the morning kind of hurt. ( Heel spurs, plantar fasciitis, fun times).

Internal ( intestinal) issues that have totally screwed with my well-being. Weight gain partially due to this issue....quality of life definitely affected. Being afraid to eat because it might make me feel ill/awful/dying is no fun, let me tell ya.

Last week, popped my shoulder out stretching in bed when my alarm went off. Yup, that's right: totally passive movement. Still hurts this week if I am not careful.

This morning, I slipped getting out of the shower. Left foot in the air, planted right foot in the tub slipped just enough that I totally wrenched my back. Tried to go to work, major fail. Came home, went to the Chiropractor (he did help me some). Off work tomorrow too. Sitting my my a$$ on an ice-pack, the pain is....not pleasant. Doesn't hurt as much as back labour, so, there's that to be thankful for.

Things on my body have hurt for nearly as long as I can remember. Blew my knees out when I was about 11 years old, and it feels like it's been downhill since then.

A few years back I decided enough was enough. My body hurts when I don't exercise, so I might as well push through and try to get stronger. And I was doing it!

Not now. This feels like it might be the straw that broke the camel's back ( bad joke totally intended).

I am missing a race I was really looking forward to this Sunday with my Fabulous Running Buddy.

This final (stupid) injury is affecting my job, my fitness, and my family.

I want to let loose a string of bad words that would make a sailor blush, but my Mom might read this.

I just want to feel less than crappy.

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