After months of serious stress and tension and non stop crazy shit the day we leave on "holiday" I wake up with a swollen lip from a fever blister. Which stresses me out even more as I had a big radio interview too. Slept a lot first two days. Went horseriding, had a marvellous ride and then my husband gets thrown off. Oi vey! End of holiday. Feel worse anyway so better to rest at home.
My birthday on Monday sucked big time. Broken body. Broken husband. No spoils.
Go to doc barely functioning, not even sure how I managed to get there as I didn't feel like I was within myself. Examines me and says oh boy! Two injections and a bag full of meds later I'm home bound for bed and no gym for a while. Eish. There goes the summer challenge. Although I'm eating horridly I'm still losing weight, so I suppose that's not a good sign either.
I was way too active today but I do feel a bit better.
Here's hoping I can start thinking of only me from now til new year.
