Because I guess that’s what I’m doing again, particularly the worry part. Today was worse than yesterday though maybe yesterday wasn’t as bad as I thought. If I can accept standing in place for ten minutes as the greater chore than walking for ten, then maybe yesterday wasn't the disaster I imagined. Or the disaster was the horrible endurance test I barely escaped with my health and my breath. Besides I don’t think I ever walked a full ten minutes non-stop more than a few times, always a little rest stacked in between. Anyway, from Saturday to yesterday lots of walking, navigating large air conditioned areas. Today I walked in the sweaty air to the end of my block. That was it. And it was my first time going down the stairs too. Not much strain, but that was it for me (okay, going up the stairs after). I imagine with all those days of strain and pushing it at my back, I needed the rest today. Still need it. For the first time since I got home, counting the first time I was released from the hospital, the 9:00 am alarm woke me up. The first time home I’d wake up from 7:00 to 8:00, this time home usually around 8:30. Today I slept all the way through, probably netting near 6 and a half hours. Then after Skyping with ma and pa I slept another 90. That was around 12:30. After chowing down on more pizza I took another 90 probably from 4:30 to 6:00. So maybe I’m looking down the barrel of nine hours o sleep. I need every one. Suck the recovery juices out of the marrow of sleep kind of thing. Take it slow. Do the same thing tomorrow.
What else can you do?
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