My duties at The Day Job (TM) have been reduced to updating our client’s database. I’m incredibly relieved about this. I keep hoping they’ll just fire me. I would love to sit at home and collect unemployment checks for a couple of months.
But then, I better be careful what I wish for. The Day Job (TM) also keeps me in health insurance.
That’s a bit more important these days.
I also seem to have either caught a cold at Wiscon or developed yet another allergy-related coughing/runny nose/sinus headache thing that tends to develop about this time of year. I’m leaning toward the latter, which means more doctors and drugs.
The good news is, I did 90% of my full free weights routine this morning.
I forgot how heavy those 30 lb weights are.
A few hours before, at 2:45 am, I woke up covered in sweat, my heart pounding, my body trembling. I waited a couple of minutes until I realized the room was actually cool, meaning my body’s freakout was internal and not external.
I dragged myself out of bed and checked my blood: 50.
Stumbled out to the kitchen, drank a glass of orange juice and ate three graham crackers.
I flopped back into bed and lay awake until the trembling and racing heart subsided. It only took a few minutes for my blood to stabilize, and lo, I was back to normal.
It’s the strangest thing.
I used to think I was self-medicating during food binges, back in the day.
Now I’m quite literally self-medicating with food.
Oh, the irony.