Lets blame work for this week's post being late.
Oh how I'd forgotten how I hate early starts. Getting up at 5.20am and taking Skye for a walk when most of my neighbourhood are still in bed is strange...
Anyway getting back to my last week of freedom. I think I mentioned how ill I was feeling last Monday. Well, the illness grew into a full blown cough and cold and stopped me from doing exercise. I hang my head in shame as I tell you that last week's exercise total came to a measly one!
But I did manage to cram a lot of other things into the week despite feeling poorly (and quite sorry for myself) including a trip to the dentist, a facial, a yoga session, a trip to the doctors (nothing serious), a quiz night and a meal out with my dad and his wife as a huge thank you for selling my Punto (thanks again dad!).
At the weekend, I did a bit of shopping (looking for a dress for the big birthday) and failed to find anything...and to end the week; Sunday was a couch day. I spent it watching Gone with the Wind - what a long film. But a classic and I can see why.
I'll save the work edition for Week 35.
5 weeks to go...
Thursday, 1 March 2012
Monday, 20 February 2012
Week 33
Well, that was a strange day...
So that you can fully appreciate my week, let me take you back to last Monday. I started a highly productive week with a one mile swim. On Tuesday my handyman arrived and ticked off some of the jobs I've had on my to-do list for years including fitting a hanging rail to a wardrobe and installing a whirly gig in my garden (ah the smell of outside dried clothes - you cannot beat it). I have a problem doing nothing (i.e. on my laptop) whilst someone is working hard in my house/garden so I decided to do a bit of gardening. Quite a bit of gardening actually as I cut back all my plants in the front garden, filling 3 garden bags. With a quick stop for a cuppy with a friend, I was off to my Body Balance class in the evening (exercise no 2). On Wednesday I had a trip to the movies to see the award winning film, The Artist (which I would highly recommend) followed by a Body Combat class in the evening (are you counting this - no. 3). On Thursday I started the day with yoga and finished it by rearranging my wardrobe and making space for my (ahem) 50 pairs of shoes. Well actually, it started as 60 pairs but I only have room for 50 so I had the awful task of deciding which shoes went to the charity shop. It was a tense moment and I literally had to bag the shoes and take them straight round to the shop. Friday was an easy day with a leisurely swim (that's exercise no 5 in case you've lost count). On Saturday I was out and about from 10am till 6pm including 4 hours of driving in snow conditions. I know you must be exhausted from reading all this...bearing in mind that Skye is getting 2 x 30 minute walks per day too.
So you'd think that Sunday would be a day of rest...alas NO - I went to a yoga workshop (ran by my good friend Julie - who is a wonderful instructor). A two hour workshop of Ashtanga yoga (or rather power yoga) which pushes your body to the limit. Some of the postures are so intense - it is, quite literally, the hardest workout I have given my body. A relaxing hot bath followed the workout and then a good friend of mine popped round for a session of reiki. I was so looking forward to reiki - I was hoping that some of the reiki energy would seep into my body and ease out my aches and pains. After my friend left I finally relaxed and vegged out.
So that was a total of 6 workouts this week!!! Unbelievable isn't it?
As you can imagine, I woke up today feeling aches and pains all over my body. Every movement I make is painful. My poor shoulders and my aching hip flexers (which have never been stretched like that before). So not exactly the best day to make an appearance at my new job! What was I thinking?
I had agreed with my boss that I would go into work today to get some of the admin out of the way so I can start afresh next Monday. It was bizarre driving up to my old office (I can't remember if I mentioned that I'm going back to work for the company I left last July to embark on my exploratory career change). Everything was familiar to me. The people are great but the weirdest thing is the feeling like I'd never left. So strange. I only stayed a few hours and came home and threw off my work clothes (wearing heels during the day just doesn't feel right) and took Skye out for a long walk. I finally collapsed on the sofa early evening and have given my poor body a night off exercise. I still don't feel 100%. It almost feels like sensory overload...
Am I looking forward to going back to work? In all honesty, not really. I am one of those people who can happily busy myself every day as long as I have a dog to walk. But in reality, I miss the banter of my work colleagues. And I'm not a millionaire so I cannot fund a career break forever so, like most people, I need to work. It's going to be strange for a while but I'll settle back into the routine. I have to say, working a shorter week is going to be fantastic. But I do dread next Monday. A full day of work - oh how I'm going to miss Skye.
6 weeks to go...
So that you can fully appreciate my week, let me take you back to last Monday. I started a highly productive week with a one mile swim. On Tuesday my handyman arrived and ticked off some of the jobs I've had on my to-do list for years including fitting a hanging rail to a wardrobe and installing a whirly gig in my garden (ah the smell of outside dried clothes - you cannot beat it). I have a problem doing nothing (i.e. on my laptop) whilst someone is working hard in my house/garden so I decided to do a bit of gardening. Quite a bit of gardening actually as I cut back all my plants in the front garden, filling 3 garden bags. With a quick stop for a cuppy with a friend, I was off to my Body Balance class in the evening (exercise no 2). On Wednesday I had a trip to the movies to see the award winning film, The Artist (which I would highly recommend) followed by a Body Combat class in the evening (are you counting this - no. 3). On Thursday I started the day with yoga and finished it by rearranging my wardrobe and making space for my (ahem) 50 pairs of shoes. Well actually, it started as 60 pairs but I only have room for 50 so I had the awful task of deciding which shoes went to the charity shop. It was a tense moment and I literally had to bag the shoes and take them straight round to the shop. Friday was an easy day with a leisurely swim (that's exercise no 5 in case you've lost count). On Saturday I was out and about from 10am till 6pm including 4 hours of driving in snow conditions. I know you must be exhausted from reading all this...bearing in mind that Skye is getting 2 x 30 minute walks per day too.
So you'd think that Sunday would be a day of rest...alas NO - I went to a yoga workshop (ran by my good friend Julie - who is a wonderful instructor). A two hour workshop of Ashtanga yoga (or rather power yoga) which pushes your body to the limit. Some of the postures are so intense - it is, quite literally, the hardest workout I have given my body. A relaxing hot bath followed the workout and then a good friend of mine popped round for a session of reiki. I was so looking forward to reiki - I was hoping that some of the reiki energy would seep into my body and ease out my aches and pains. After my friend left I finally relaxed and vegged out.
So that was a total of 6 workouts this week!!! Unbelievable isn't it?
As you can imagine, I woke up today feeling aches and pains all over my body. Every movement I make is painful. My poor shoulders and my aching hip flexers (which have never been stretched like that before). So not exactly the best day to make an appearance at my new job! What was I thinking?
I had agreed with my boss that I would go into work today to get some of the admin out of the way so I can start afresh next Monday. It was bizarre driving up to my old office (I can't remember if I mentioned that I'm going back to work for the company I left last July to embark on my exploratory career change). Everything was familiar to me. The people are great but the weirdest thing is the feeling like I'd never left. So strange. I only stayed a few hours and came home and threw off my work clothes (wearing heels during the day just doesn't feel right) and took Skye out for a long walk. I finally collapsed on the sofa early evening and have given my poor body a night off exercise. I still don't feel 100%. It almost feels like sensory overload...
Am I looking forward to going back to work? In all honesty, not really. I am one of those people who can happily busy myself every day as long as I have a dog to walk. But in reality, I miss the banter of my work colleagues. And I'm not a millionaire so I cannot fund a career break forever so, like most people, I need to work. It's going to be strange for a while but I'll settle back into the routine. I have to say, working a shorter week is going to be fantastic. But I do dread next Monday. A full day of work - oh how I'm going to miss Skye.
6 weeks to go...
Monday, 13 February 2012
Week 32
I still like driving my car...
I did 5 lots of exercise this week - that is possibly a record for me. I can't see this lasting but I will try my hardest to keep up the good intentions. Swimming feels so good when I'm actually in the pool but its the getting there and the cold(ish) showers afterwards that doesn't appeal as much. I can actually feel my stamina increasing each time I swim and my time-trials are getting better. So much so that I decided I would try "butterfly" stroke for one length (25m). OMG...DO NOT TRY THIS UNLESS YOU ARE SUPER FIT. I could barely lift my shoulders out of the water. How embarrassing. I bet the lifeguards were laughing at me when my final 2 strokes looked more like doggy paddle.
Talking of dogs, Skye is doing great. I've started to increase her exercise and she is off lead most of the time now (unless there's a bouncy dog in the area). She's looking incredible. I'm constantly looking for any signs of a limp and sometimes my eyes deceive me and I think I see her walking oddly but maybe I'm just so used to seeing her limping. Either way, she is doing very well. We did a favourite walk in the woods this week - in the past she used to walk behind me - now she is striding in front of me most of the way round. I know she has a bit of arthritis in her elbows so she might limp now and again but the initial signs are good. The next two weeks I need to build up her off lead playing and jumping in and out of the car. She will be going back to my lovely dog-walker, Gladys, at the end of the month when I start my job so I need to ensure she's fully fit by then. Mental note to give her some reiki this week.
I had friends round to my house on Thursday for a meal and a reiki swap. It was so good to practise my reiki on humans again as opposed to animals. I am still available to practise on any willing people who want to try reiki. Even when I go back to work, I'll only be working 3 days so will have time to dedicate to my studies, my volunteering and my reiki.
With a couple of trips to visit my mum (who is a bit poorly just now) that was my week. Get well soon, Mum!!!
7 weeks to go...
I did 5 lots of exercise this week - that is possibly a record for me. I can't see this lasting but I will try my hardest to keep up the good intentions. Swimming feels so good when I'm actually in the pool but its the getting there and the cold(ish) showers afterwards that doesn't appeal as much. I can actually feel my stamina increasing each time I swim and my time-trials are getting better. So much so that I decided I would try "butterfly" stroke for one length (25m). OMG...DO NOT TRY THIS UNLESS YOU ARE SUPER FIT. I could barely lift my shoulders out of the water. How embarrassing. I bet the lifeguards were laughing at me when my final 2 strokes looked more like doggy paddle.
Talking of dogs, Skye is doing great. I've started to increase her exercise and she is off lead most of the time now (unless there's a bouncy dog in the area). She's looking incredible. I'm constantly looking for any signs of a limp and sometimes my eyes deceive me and I think I see her walking oddly but maybe I'm just so used to seeing her limping. Either way, she is doing very well. We did a favourite walk in the woods this week - in the past she used to walk behind me - now she is striding in front of me most of the way round. I know she has a bit of arthritis in her elbows so she might limp now and again but the initial signs are good. The next two weeks I need to build up her off lead playing and jumping in and out of the car. She will be going back to my lovely dog-walker, Gladys, at the end of the month when I start my job so I need to ensure she's fully fit by then. Mental note to give her some reiki this week.
I had friends round to my house on Thursday for a meal and a reiki swap. It was so good to practise my reiki on humans again as opposed to animals. I am still available to practise on any willing people who want to try reiki. Even when I go back to work, I'll only be working 3 days so will have time to dedicate to my studies, my volunteering and my reiki.
With a couple of trips to visit my mum (who is a bit poorly just now) that was my week. Get well soon, Mum!!!
7 weeks to go...
Tuesday, 7 February 2012
Alien Eyes
I've just been to get my contact lenses checked. You know how they put dye in your eyes to check the eye and lens? Well, I decided to put my contacts back into my eye after the procedure (I'd only had them in for an hour and they're daily disposal). The optician did warn me that the lenses would be green when I took them out but I figured that would be ok because having green eyes for the rest of the day could be a nice change for me.
Luckily, I had to sit in the waiting room after the procedure and whilst there I noticed people looking at me strangely. So I had a look in the mirror and saw alien eyes staring back at me. The lenses weren't green they were fluorescent yellow! Take a look for yourself:
Luckily, I had to sit in the waiting room after the procedure and whilst there I noticed people looking at me strangely. So I had a look in the mirror and saw alien eyes staring back at me. The lenses weren't green they were fluorescent yellow! Take a look for yourself:
Week 31
Oh I do like driving my car...
Another busy week involving 4 sessions of exercise (get me? really going for it) - it helps that one of the instructors reminded us that February is regarded as Flabuary when most people give up their resolutions and their good intentions of keeping fit and eating well. I'm determined to avoid being another statistic...well, certainly up until the BIG DAY - which is only 8 weeks away. OMG.
So, I joined a book club this week (thanks to Shaz for hosting) where we discussed the book "One Day". I reckon book clubs are more girlie get-togethers involving wine than real serious book chat - though we did spend a good hour answering questions on the book. All in all, it was good fun - bring on the next one.
I spent Saturday in Edinburgh visiting my friend "Ray". We started off the evening with a bottle of champagne (has to be done) followed by a Thai meal and then onto vodka. A mini pub crawl in the Leith area finished off a great weekend. Just have to say Happy Birthday to Ray and Good Luck on the next adventure! And surprise, surprise - no hangover on Sunday...but a long, long train journey home...
A few other birthday mentions - it's a busy week for birthdays. Happy Birthday to Anna on her 30th! Happy Birthday too for Debbie and Katy!
And finally, great news - Skye has reached the end of her 2 month recuperation. The vet says I can start to increase her exercise though she is restricted to gentle walks and no vigorous play with other dogs. I still have to lift her down from the car but most other obstacles are ok. Here she is straight after her first 30 minute walk:
Another busy week involving 4 sessions of exercise (get me? really going for it) - it helps that one of the instructors reminded us that February is regarded as Flabuary when most people give up their resolutions and their good intentions of keeping fit and eating well. I'm determined to avoid being another statistic...well, certainly up until the BIG DAY - which is only 8 weeks away. OMG.
So, I joined a book club this week (thanks to Shaz for hosting) where we discussed the book "One Day". I reckon book clubs are more girlie get-togethers involving wine than real serious book chat - though we did spend a good hour answering questions on the book. All in all, it was good fun - bring on the next one.
I spent Saturday in Edinburgh visiting my friend "Ray". We started off the evening with a bottle of champagne (has to be done) followed by a Thai meal and then onto vodka. A mini pub crawl in the Leith area finished off a great weekend. Just have to say Happy Birthday to Ray and Good Luck on the next adventure! And surprise, surprise - no hangover on Sunday...but a long, long train journey home...
A few other birthday mentions - it's a busy week for birthdays. Happy Birthday to Anna on her 30th! Happy Birthday too for Debbie and Katy!
And finally, great news - Skye has reached the end of her 2 month recuperation. The vet says I can start to increase her exercise though she is restricted to gentle walks and no vigorous play with other dogs. I still have to lift her down from the car but most other obstacles are ok. Here she is straight after her first 30 minute walk:
8 weeks to go...
Monday, 30 January 2012
Week 30
Another productive week - at the end of which I have a job and a new car!
The job is still a little hush, hush (but most people who know me will be able to guess) so I'll tell you about the car saga.
Well, my little Punto proved to be a bad investment but I'm trying to see it as a positive impact on my life because it focused my attention on what was important. Without getting all deep and meaningful (I'll leave that for later on when I reflect on my mid-life-crisis), driving an unreliable car made me feel frustrated. I found that I chose not to drive to places because I wasn't sure if the car would make it - so it also had an impact on my social life. Everything came to a head when the engine kept over-heating...this came to light last week on my mission to the SSPCA - on the way home, the warning light came on. From this point onwards I decided that I HAD to get a reliable car if I was considering going back to work.
And this time, I wanted to take the plunge and get the most reliable car for country life - a diesel 4x4. So the hunt was on. My shortlist contained Honda, Toyota, Kia and Skoda. I am please to report that I test drove one of each rather than buying the first car I drove (lesson learnt from Punto experience). The Honda kept coming up on top. Toyota was a bit noisy, Kia was too high for Skye to jump into and the Skoda Octavia was too long and too rare. Having chosen a Honda - the hunt was on for the right car at the right price. After a bad experience at Arnold Clark (talk about slimy car-sales-man) my choices were limited. A general rule for buying cars in the North East of Scotland is to go south for cheaper cars so I found 3 Hondas in Edinburgh to test drive. It all happened so quickly...
Thursday - up early, pack an overnight bag (just in case) drive to mum's to drop Skye, top up Punto coolant, drive to nearest train station, get train to Edinburgh, on train text my good friend to line up crash pad if car sale came off. My first stop in Edinburgh was purely determined by the fact that one garage offered to collect me from the station. My train arrived at lunchtime and after a smooth drive and umpteen negotiations - 4 hours later I did the deal. The clincher was that they would fast track the car through the MOT and service and would allow me to drive the car home the very next day. Result.
Luckily, my friend, Ray, put me up for the night and we enjoyed an impromptu girls night in with a bottle of pink Prosecco and Cadbury's cream eggs. Ray literally lives round the corner from the garage so it worked out quite well. I spent the Friday morning watching Andy Murray get beat in the Australian Open semi-finals before the garage called to say my car was ready. Woo hoo.
A smooth drive home (with a stop at mum's to pick up Skye) got me back home just in time for a quick turnaround to join my friends for a pre-arranged meal. The food was absolutely fabulous so I need to give a bit of publicity to Cafe Boheme.
Saturday was another busy day because I had abandoned my little in Punto at the train station so I had the tense situation of driving it to my dad's for a safety check. What a difference driving the Honda v's the Fiat. Fortunately my dad has agreed to try and sell the Punto for me - my saviour.
The end of the busy week was a sad one because I said goodbye to the Guide Dogs that I've been working with for the last 6 months. They are amazing dogs and I've learnt so much from the people who work there.
One of the guide dog activities involves stimulating the dog's mind with interactive games. I was impressed at how quickly the dogs grasped the concept of hidden treats and sliding hatches...so I thought Skye would enjoy them too. Skye's boredom intensified due to lack of walking and playing (I was scared of over-stretching her legs if she played hide and seek in the house)...so I invested in a couple of interactive games for Skye and she loves them.
And to end on a high note another bonus for Skye:
Skyebird and Dougal - get ready to hit Europe!!!
9 weeks to go...
The job is still a little hush, hush (but most people who know me will be able to guess) so I'll tell you about the car saga.
Well, my little Punto proved to be a bad investment but I'm trying to see it as a positive impact on my life because it focused my attention on what was important. Without getting all deep and meaningful (I'll leave that for later on when I reflect on my mid-life-crisis), driving an unreliable car made me feel frustrated. I found that I chose not to drive to places because I wasn't sure if the car would make it - so it also had an impact on my social life. Everything came to a head when the engine kept over-heating...this came to light last week on my mission to the SSPCA - on the way home, the warning light came on. From this point onwards I decided that I HAD to get a reliable car if I was considering going back to work.
And this time, I wanted to take the plunge and get the most reliable car for country life - a diesel 4x4. So the hunt was on. My shortlist contained Honda, Toyota, Kia and Skoda. I am please to report that I test drove one of each rather than buying the first car I drove (lesson learnt from Punto experience). The Honda kept coming up on top. Toyota was a bit noisy, Kia was too high for Skye to jump into and the Skoda Octavia was too long and too rare. Having chosen a Honda - the hunt was on for the right car at the right price. After a bad experience at Arnold Clark (talk about slimy car-sales-man) my choices were limited. A general rule for buying cars in the North East of Scotland is to go south for cheaper cars so I found 3 Hondas in Edinburgh to test drive. It all happened so quickly...
Thursday - up early, pack an overnight bag (just in case) drive to mum's to drop Skye, top up Punto coolant, drive to nearest train station, get train to Edinburgh, on train text my good friend to line up crash pad if car sale came off. My first stop in Edinburgh was purely determined by the fact that one garage offered to collect me from the station. My train arrived at lunchtime and after a smooth drive and umpteen negotiations - 4 hours later I did the deal. The clincher was that they would fast track the car through the MOT and service and would allow me to drive the car home the very next day. Result.
Luckily, my friend, Ray, put me up for the night and we enjoyed an impromptu girls night in with a bottle of pink Prosecco and Cadbury's cream eggs. Ray literally lives round the corner from the garage so it worked out quite well. I spent the Friday morning watching Andy Murray get beat in the Australian Open semi-finals before the garage called to say my car was ready. Woo hoo.
A smooth drive home (with a stop at mum's to pick up Skye) got me back home just in time for a quick turnaround to join my friends for a pre-arranged meal. The food was absolutely fabulous so I need to give a bit of publicity to Cafe Boheme.
Saturday was another busy day because I had abandoned my little in Punto at the train station so I had the tense situation of driving it to my dad's for a safety check. What a difference driving the Honda v's the Fiat. Fortunately my dad has agreed to try and sell the Punto for me - my saviour.
The end of the busy week was a sad one because I said goodbye to the Guide Dogs that I've been working with for the last 6 months. They are amazing dogs and I've learnt so much from the people who work there.
One of the guide dog activities involves stimulating the dog's mind with interactive games. I was impressed at how quickly the dogs grasped the concept of hidden treats and sliding hatches...so I thought Skye would enjoy them too. Skye's boredom intensified due to lack of walking and playing (I was scared of over-stretching her legs if she played hide and seek in the house)...so I invested in a couple of interactive games for Skye and she loves them.
Skyebird and Dougal - get ready to hit Europe!!!
9 weeks to go...
Monday, 23 January 2012
Week 29
Mega week!I'm pleased to tell you that Module 2 of my Dog Behaviour Diploma has been submitted. It was quite an interesting module - talking about the genetics of dogs and their instinctive behaviour - I now regard Skye's sniffing habits with a whole new level of respect - she has to interpret so much information with her nose!
As the week continued, I made a whole load of progress on my "to-do" list:
What a week...I feel totally energised.
I celebrated my achievements (any excuse) with a night out with the "yoga girlies" on Friday. As I enjoyed the fabulous food on offer, I was totally unaware of the wine consumption and, as a result, I crossed that line...into the boozy world where all logic escapes us...we finished the night with a double baileys each and didn't even flinch when the barman asked for £24 for the 4 drinks - ouch indeed.
I know I got home safely (thanks to one of the girl's husband) but I did my usual routine: cup of tea and toast, switch on the tv, start watching my sky+ recording and fall asleep...2 hours later - down 2 glasses of water (and pray it's still going to avert the hangover) then crawl to bed and sleep for 3-4 hours. After those few hours of sleep I peered through my eye slits - checking that Skye was safely asleep next to me and tried to recount the number of drinks consumed. All of this wouldn't necessarily matter if I hadn't arranged to meet someone late afternoon on the Saturday. My usual hangovers last until 6pm. Oh crap!
So I lay still as I tried to calculate when it would be safe to drive: number of units of alcohol (14 or 15) v's number of hours since alcohol consumption began - oh my it takes a lot of brain power to figure these things out when you're not feeling 100%. I also tried a bit of reiki on myself, to keep the vomiting hangover at bay, but I kept nodding off. Finally I decided the best option to combat any feelings of illness was a kick of adrenalin. So, with my gorgeous Skye willing me to take her out, I jumped out of bed and threw on some clothes and ventured outside to give Skye her morning walk. I deliberately chose not to wear a hat so the freezing temperatures would cause an adrenalin surge to my brain and ensure any pending hangover would disappear. As I returned home, my efforts paid off and I felt ok...not great...but ok.
Any slight movement of the body resulted in my head catching up a few seconds later. I downed water and tried to concentrate on something (other than my feeble body) by switching on the TV. How bizarre to see something as "viewed" on your sky+ and have no recollection of it's contents.
After a cold shower (another attempt to get the adrenalin flowing), I felt more alive and managed to make it to my meeting. I got home early evening and only then did the real hangover kick in...then I crawled into bed and slept for 12+hours...bliss.
On Sunday I was working at the guide dogs. As usual, I dropped Skye at my mums and whilst there I had a bit of an accident (possibly a result of my over-indulgence on Friday). Muddy shoes off at the door, meant I was walking around in my socks. I was coming downstairs with phone in one hand and diary in the other when I slipped on the top step! The diary went flying. My clutch on my phone got tighter and, as a result, the only thing that would break my fall was my poor coccyx. I bumped down 5 steps before I finally stopped myself. OMG the pain. My mum's concerned shouts of "oh Julie" stopped the minute she saw me doubled up laughing hysterically. She joined in the hysterics - tears were streaming down my face - not sure due to pain or laughter.
Following this, I had to go and work with my beloved guide dogs - a great tonic to take your mind off any negative thoughts. After work, I came home did a bit of reiki on my coccyx and had a hot bath and remarkably the pain is easing today. I've just been for a swim which eased the pain too: pre-swim - I could hardly tie my shoes laces; post-swim - I could bend my knee right up to tie the laces.
On the positive side, is it possible that the pain in my coccyx is similar to the pain Skye feels every day with her lumbo-sacral disease? If so, it is reassuring that the pain is bearable except for a few twinges now and again.
10 weeks to go...
As the week continued, I made a whole load of progress on my "to-do" list:
- The job hunt started in earnest and I have to say it's looking quite positive but I can't say too much yet...
- I visited the SSPCA and spoke to the manager about moving up the "waiting list" for volunteering work.
- I found a handyman to quote me for all the outstanding house and garden projects!
- I started the car hunt and test drove 2 Honda CRVs (I finally learnt my lesson after the last car purchase - not to buy the first car I see!!!) - luckily my dad is getting involved in the search as I wholly appreciate his input.
- I booked flights to visit the family in Holland.
What a week...I feel totally energised.
I celebrated my achievements (any excuse) with a night out with the "yoga girlies" on Friday. As I enjoyed the fabulous food on offer, I was totally unaware of the wine consumption and, as a result, I crossed that line...into the boozy world where all logic escapes us...we finished the night with a double baileys each and didn't even flinch when the barman asked for £24 for the 4 drinks - ouch indeed.
I know I got home safely (thanks to one of the girl's husband) but I did my usual routine: cup of tea and toast, switch on the tv, start watching my sky+ recording and fall asleep...2 hours later - down 2 glasses of water (and pray it's still going to avert the hangover) then crawl to bed and sleep for 3-4 hours. After those few hours of sleep I peered through my eye slits - checking that Skye was safely asleep next to me and tried to recount the number of drinks consumed. All of this wouldn't necessarily matter if I hadn't arranged to meet someone late afternoon on the Saturday. My usual hangovers last until 6pm. Oh crap!
So I lay still as I tried to calculate when it would be safe to drive: number of units of alcohol (14 or 15) v's number of hours since alcohol consumption began - oh my it takes a lot of brain power to figure these things out when you're not feeling 100%. I also tried a bit of reiki on myself, to keep the vomiting hangover at bay, but I kept nodding off. Finally I decided the best option to combat any feelings of illness was a kick of adrenalin. So, with my gorgeous Skye willing me to take her out, I jumped out of bed and threw on some clothes and ventured outside to give Skye her morning walk. I deliberately chose not to wear a hat so the freezing temperatures would cause an adrenalin surge to my brain and ensure any pending hangover would disappear. As I returned home, my efforts paid off and I felt ok...not great...but ok.
Any slight movement of the body resulted in my head catching up a few seconds later. I downed water and tried to concentrate on something (other than my feeble body) by switching on the TV. How bizarre to see something as "viewed" on your sky+ and have no recollection of it's contents.
After a cold shower (another attempt to get the adrenalin flowing), I felt more alive and managed to make it to my meeting. I got home early evening and only then did the real hangover kick in...then I crawled into bed and slept for 12+hours...bliss.
On Sunday I was working at the guide dogs. As usual, I dropped Skye at my mums and whilst there I had a bit of an accident (possibly a result of my over-indulgence on Friday). Muddy shoes off at the door, meant I was walking around in my socks. I was coming downstairs with phone in one hand and diary in the other when I slipped on the top step! The diary went flying. My clutch on my phone got tighter and, as a result, the only thing that would break my fall was my poor coccyx. I bumped down 5 steps before I finally stopped myself. OMG the pain. My mum's concerned shouts of "oh Julie" stopped the minute she saw me doubled up laughing hysterically. She joined in the hysterics - tears were streaming down my face - not sure due to pain or laughter.
Following this, I had to go and work with my beloved guide dogs - a great tonic to take your mind off any negative thoughts. After work, I came home did a bit of reiki on my coccyx and had a hot bath and remarkably the pain is easing today. I've just been for a swim which eased the pain too: pre-swim - I could hardly tie my shoes laces; post-swim - I could bend my knee right up to tie the laces.
On the positive side, is it possible that the pain in my coccyx is similar to the pain Skye feels every day with her lumbo-sacral disease? If so, it is reassuring that the pain is bearable except for a few twinges now and again.
10 weeks to go...
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