What is going on this morning? I wake up at 5 am and told that is going to storm all early part of the morning. I go back to bed. I wake up an hour later to bright skies and a few rain drops. And in the last 2 minutes, the storm clouds are rolling through. So I could have made my am run, but I supposed it’s better that I didn’t take any chances.
No 3 mile tempo run. It bothers me that I missed a schedule run. At least yesterday’s run still has me feeling good. There’s 23 days till that big run. Can’t wait!
I made it to work on time barely. No mascara time though.
Five mile morning runs are pushing it for me. I’d be ok if it weren’t for having a thick head of hair to blow dry. That always kills my morning time. I had to gulp down my coffee and smoothie yesterday if I wanted to be fedandto work on time. I drove straight to cardiac rehab and had a few minutes to spare that were used to put away my lunch in their fridge.
Guess how my cardiac rehab weight loss class started!
“We saw your boyfriend’s newspaper article last week.”
Cue the discussion about beer. At cardiac rehab. During a weight loss class. Nice.
One of the patients asked if we do in fact drink beer frequently. Umm….yes!
The rest of the day was spent doing a few diabetes appointments, plowing through charting, and getting sick. Yep. By early afternoon my head was spinning and I was feeling nauseous. I made it through my afternoon appointment and was almost done with charting when I was approached to call some patient for some reason. I had minimal cognitive function at this point and actually told the nurse, “I can’t.” I never do that. But I really just couldn’t. I finished up the last chart and began getting ready to leave. That’s when another nurse spotted me and told me that I looked pale and had dark circles under my eyes. So apparently I looked just as great as I felt.
I made it home, changed out of my stuffy work clothes, and crawled into bed. I knew I just needed a little rest. I slept for about an hour and later went over to Aaron’s house for dinner. Perfect night for him to have offered to make dinner. He made a delish whole grain pasta dish.
Feta, garden basil, and cherry tomatoes. So simple. He asked if I wanted a salad with this and I actually declined. I was worried about too much roughage on my unsettled stomach.
I drank water while Aaron poured himself a new beer.
I had to take a picture of this since his recent news article was titled “Don’t Fear the Foam.”
Lunch leftovers were packed up and I was back in bed shortly after dinner was over. Not my most exciting day.
Today’s plans: teaching diabetes classes, conduct a test tray at lunch, start on my 20 meal rounds that are due at the end of the month!, and continue to work on the medical students case study. A lot to do!