I slept in this morning. I definitely had interesting dreams, but I couldn’t recall more than bits and pieces since I’d taken cold medicine to help me sleep. The headache that started developing yesterday grew overnight instead of fading, so I took migraine medication after my shower and before eating breakfast.
It started to work its magic, so I decided to go into work today. I’ve been feeling a bit floaty from the medication, but I was able to work. I made some good progress in a variety of projects. I did cancel my blood donation though. I will give blood again someday. Just not today.
I’m continuing to massage my left calf. It seems to be improving. I haven’t gone on any walks since Monday.
I worked through three rounds of the week 3 movements for my exercises today. And I went to the hot springs after work. It was bustling. A bunch of teenage boys crowded into the hot tub while I was there, but they weren’t raucous or rude.
My guts still feel unsettled. I’m not sure what to do for them to help them feel better. Sometimes, I’ll use Miralax to help clear out my system, but the last time I tried that at bedtime it kept me up late pooping. Maybe if I’m still feeling out of sorts tomorrow, I’ll do the senna tea before bed. I still have a good amount of prep work to do for my camping trip this weekend. I’ll need to start working on that tomorrow. Starting with moving the “get home” box from the shed back to the car. My dad used the wheelbarrow to get it there, so I’ll use the same to get it back. Not that I think I’ll need it for this short trip, but it’s part of safety when exploring new roads in the forest.
I’ve not been thinking deeply these past few days, nor writing very much. I feel like I’m in survival mode. Just get through this illness and get to the outdoors. I cannot wait to be sleeping outside on Friday night. I could sleep outside here at home, but I haven’t been. Maybe I should do that with the new solo tent, make sure I know how to set it up and that it will stand up to the wind…
I’ll set my alarm for sleeping in tomorrow as well. I want to be ready for the weekend. If I wake up before the alarm, that’s a good sign of recovery. I’m trying to listen to my inner-Ambrose to figure out what I should be doing to take care of myself.