Yes, It's True.

Only I could get hit in the head with a handicapped sign while actually having a handicap (broken foot). (It's okay to laugh -- it makes me laugh every time.)

The injury bled a lot... I won't be wearing those clothes again. But I didn't get any stitches. I have a giant abrasion on my head and am not allowed to drive for 12 hours to make sure I don't have a concussion. But it might take a few days to get the blood out of my hair because any rough scrubbing will reopen the wound and make it bleed more.

This is totally not how I planned on becoming a red head.

I'm sitting there with my walking cast on, sticky blood all over me, a giant bruise on my arm from something this weekend that I can't remember and the ER doc says, "You are a total mess."

A Touch of Tired

I woke up this morning at 7 a.m. to a rainy and dreary morning. I didn't want to get up. X-man was curled up between MacTroll and I. He had wandered into our room shortly after 4 a.m. 

I forced myself awake, brushed my teeth, went to the bathroom, washed up and got dressed for the gym. Then I went and got the boys up. I fed the goldfish, fetched X-man's clothing options for the day and went downstairs to feed the cats and the dog and let the dog outside. 

We dropped the baby off at pre-school, picked up/dropped off the drycleaning and headed to the gym. MacTroll and I were running side by side on ellipticals. We were watching the Daily Show (does anyone miss the election yet, poor Jon milked a thing about pirates way too long.)

And suddenly I was really tired. So I stopped at 1 mile/15 minutes and went into the stretching room and worked on a stability ball doing sit ups, push ups, bridges, inner thigh squeezes. I did a brief shout out hello to Cyberchick in her class. Then we had to run home for MacTroll's 10 a.m. conference call. 

I started in on preparing the guest room for my Mom to come on Thursday by washing the guest bed bedding (which is where I spend 1/2 the nights MacTroll is home due to the snoring.)

I ate my lunch while watching the IT Crowd.

Then I felt really, really tired. My throat felt a bit scratchy. I made it upstairs, answered a few e-mails, read a few blogs and fell asleep at about 12:45 p.m. I woke up at 3 p.m. not really feeling rested. My throat still felt scratchy. I have had a sore/stiff neck for two days and even though I sat in the hot tub last night and felt pretty relaxed, today it was stiff again.

So here, I am at 7:30 p.m. ready to go to bed early. I don't feel sick. But I don't feel right, which is never a good sign.

The Headache: Day 3

I woke up with a migraine on Sunday morning. It took me several hours to get it to move from behind my left eye to the top of my head (a sign it was going away). And then yesterday, I'm guessing due to lack of sleep, a tension headache (no aura or eye pain) popped up just before my nap and lasted until around 6:30 p.m. last night.

I woke up this morning with the same headache. I ate breakfast and took some ibuprofen, hoping it would chase it away like it did  last night. But still no luck. I did make it to the gym today, but I walked on the treadmill for 2 miles (a little over 30 minutes). 

It was a day at the gym when I really missed my peeps. Blonde perfect girl ran in front of me and young able guy ran next to me. And he ran. If you caught last week's Private Practice where Pete and Addison went running and pumped up their treadmills to the 13-level range you know what I'm talking about. 

Me, I walk as fast as I can without falling off (yes, I've done that before) which is in the 4-level range averaging a 15.10-minute mile.

Definitely not as fabulous as my Lightning McQueen fast sister-in-law Jean, who ran the San Francisco marathon last week and apparently came in first in her age group and seventh out of 20,000 women, according to the Troll family calling tree. 

Young able guy, even decided to rub it in by doing a bit BACKWARDS. 

Then as I'm drinking my water and stretching two  more beautiful people run into each other in the hall (where is the 65+ crowd that I usually feel so comfortable with?) and one of them was six weeks post partum and looked amazing. Apparently, she went right into pilates, while three years afterwards, I'm still excited about a 2-mile walk where I feel the blood actually zinging through the capillaries in my butt and thighs reminding me that I've done something. 

I guess everyone has different issues. But I definitely think the biology has messed up the effort put forth to results obtained scenario. 

Oh, and the 65+ crowd -- today's only member was ice blue short woman with matching tank top going to pilates. She was toned and inspiring, and didn't at all scream "grandma!"