the loss of an hour

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I think it started last Wednesday with a radio announcement reminding you that this weekend you had to set your clocks forward.

My mind and body fell into a dark disparaging depression with the realization that I would be losing an hours sleep.

It could of been some type of flu, but I like to think my mind got sad over the lost hour and decided to make me want to sleep an extra 47 hours in the next 3 days to make up for it.

Thursday I felt like crapola all afternoon. Like I hadn't slept at all the night before, when I had at least 6 blissful hours of slumber. I was supposed to meet the girls for a training session, but cancelled. Instead of a grueling and laughter filled hour of muscle torture I went home and crawled into bed.

I slept for 3 hours, got up ate soup, watched Survivor and ER, then went back to bed and slept for 8 more wonderful hours.

Friday I was tired all day.

Tired!

Which sends my overactive paranoid brain to google to diagnose my symptoms. This never turns end well. I am either iron deficient or have 3 days to live. If you are using the computer as a doctor you tend to lean towards the latter.

I had a couple beers with J on Friday night, and was in bed* by 8pm. Which is really sad if infact I have only 3 days left to live it up.

Saturday morning there was a talk by a Naturopath at the running store before our run.

Perfect timing.

All my hypocondriatic tendencies were deflected from self diagnoses to an actual professional.

I've made an appointment with the Naturopath which in all seriousness I think will be quite educational. It's at the end of the month.

I started to feel better Saturday and getting up Sunday morning wasn't the horror I thought it would be. I felt pretty good and did 8 miles, which I was very happy with.

I'm feeling almost 100% back to normal again today. I'm also wondering if it has something to do with drinking coffee again. Since mid-January I was limited to one cup a week, but it's Roll up the Rim** time, and I've had a coffee*** everyday for the last week.

* alone
** A yearly promotion at Tim Hortons, you roll up the rim on your cup and you could win money, a car, computers, etc ... so far in nine attempts I have won one coffee.
*** I left my coffee theory to the end because I am loving having a coffee everyday again, it completes me. I really don't want my tiredness to be linked in anyway to caffeine.

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Ah, jeepers, stay away from the self-diagnosis bit! As an ER nurse, I can't tell you the amount of people I've seen that are *convinced* they are dying when all they've got is an infected toenail, cold, flu, fill-in-the-blank with something innocuous. WebMD keeps me in business!

ps Disregard this message if you are dead in 3 days . . .

Reckon you got the sleep virus!

I did laugh at your self (well internet based) diagnosis, have done the same myself and it's always shocking to find out you have hours to live ;o)

Glad to hear you have more days left to live it up*.

Oh no! How could coffee be the culprit? It's sooo good!

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