Hip Thing

Hi Hon,

Well, I'm not going to lie... this week has been a mega bitch.  Has left me mentally and physically exhausted.  But it's done now, it's over and that's work for you.  I'm not going to bore you with the details but to summarise; eighteen hour days, sleepless nights, immobility due to being chained to a desk, travel... exhausted isn't the word.

Thankfully, I now have a week of leave, I need to use it or lose it and it could not have arrived at a more opportune moment. A couple of weeks ago, I had a whole week of being chained to my desk, no lunch break, no power walk to clear my head, and as I'm obsessed with getting in a minimum of 10,000 steps a day, (even though I set my bar at 14,000,) well that meant that I had to get in the majority of my steps after my evening meal and before bed.  This resulted in what I thought was sciatica but in fact, I think it's some kind of hip strain. Whatever it is, it's painful.  If I had highlighter pens, I would highlight my left, very top of thigh bone, my outer left knee and my left ankle. It's agony and it's making me miserable.

My dream of having a boot camp while I was off was derailed when everything I read was 'keep mobile but rest' as in...don't aggravate it anymore than you already have done.

On top of the leg problem, I went to Bee's for lunch on Sunday and from Monday, I have had terrible griping pains in my tum.  Now, Bee can cook and even though she has a blatant disregard for 'use by' dates, she also knows how sensitive my stomach can be, so apart from the 'homemade' mustard, I don't think there was anything in the roast that could have given me grief.

I'm going to put the stomach cramps down to the ibuprofen I've been taking for the leg thing, I know that it can be harsh on your innards and I don't usually take it so it must be that, but it has me living off white... WHITE... toast.  You know white, processed rubbish doesn't usually pass my lips, but white toast is what I need and white toast was all I ate for two whole days.

It's a good think I'm off this week. I don't do sick days so I would have soldiered on and been totally miserable... more miserable than I have been.  I'm getting plenty of sleep, which only serves to remind me of how sleep deprived I am on a daily basis.  Leg is waking me up in the night., just hurting really, nothing major.

My time off, dodgy hip and lethargy, turn out to have a positive effect.  I read.  I'm in no hurry to have my ritualistic coffee at my weekend location and hurry to the next thing on my to-do list.  I sit, I read, I make the most of the free refill policy and I read some more.  Bootcamp turns out to be a Masterclass to myself.  I get to read every day, because I'm free, not chained to my desk, and awake.