I’m hoping it isn’t so. I’m pretty sure it isn’t but going on week three of feeling iffy day in day out has me doubting.
Every morning as I slowly wake up, I do a certain check. I gauge how I’m feeling even before I get up from bed. Do I have pain in my temples, do my eyes feel like they’re about to pop out, am I feeling any dizziness or nausea, have I got any neck pain, and so on. While a lot of the last 19 days had me waking to a symptom of some sort, they weren’t all so bad as to have me not functioning. Still, I’m waiting for the day I wake up feeling good, normal, like I can bounce out of bed, no worries.
For nearly more than half of the last few weeks, one other sign that things aren’t normal is the fact that I haven’t gone on a run. While there may be other reasons tied up with that, not being active is a sure sign that I’m not feeling too good. Surprisingly, I have been able to swim a bit; I just know I can’t push it because I hate after swim headaches. I hate having pain associated with one of my favorites things.
I’m getting a bit impatient. I don’t want to worry about it because that won’t really help me anyway. I’ll wake up and there will be no pain, no discomfort. I just know that it’ll happen; it has to.