I went to bed last night seriously looking forward to the activity I was going to partake in this morning–a long bike ride. I had imagined a lovely day in the sunshine peddling along the beaches of Panhandle of Florida. I had visualized scones at the bakery near Big Daddy’s Bike Shop. Then a lunch of fish tacos in Seaside followed by a lovely green juice. I was going to make my way back home before dark stopping by the Starbucks Coffee shop in Grayton Beach and then take another break at the Donut Hole. I know that sounds like a lot of food, but I was only going to have one or two treats the rest would be normal healthy choices — thats why I choose most of the places I do — there are great food options that allow me to eat, for a lack of better terms, “Clean.” Many of these local places offer local, fresh organic food options–I get to have my cake and eat it too–after a fashion.
That was not to be my fortune.
I awoke with a mind splitting headache that made my eyes feel like they were going to pop out of my head I lay in the bed, after each attempt to rise, writhing in pain. I was so congested that it had dropped to my chest and I was hacking, yes hacking, not coughing. I sounded like I was going to croak. I drank the coffee my saint of a hubby left on my bedside table praying that something would change so that I could enjoy my day in the sun.
That was not to be my lot.
I kept trying to arise. I kept pressing forward. Only after a LARGE glass of homemade green juice and a bowl of soup did I even half-way feel like moving. Around noon I was able to make myself head out into the sun … but only for a walk. I hoped that the sun would work its magic on me and revive me. And it appeared to be working, so in my eager excitement I headed back to the house to collect my bike for a much shorter than planned outing. Riding to the outlet mall would have to suffice for today, but I was excited because I could stop by Bad Ass Coffee and grab some tea. I would feel as though my day had been rescued. I found myself contemplating ways I could drag my paddle board to the beach, because the water was a wonderful blue with mild wind and waves.
That was not to be, PERIOD.
By the time I got to the ramp that lead back to my street exit, I was breathing like a pervert on a hot call. I looked around hoping that no one was around to hear me. Why was I breathing so hard? Am I so out of shape?? NO! The Blankin’ headache was back with a vengeance. The pain was debilitating, I almost became ill. I managed to wobble home, two blocks over and two blocks down, without falling over, passing out, or tossing my cookies (Not that I had any cookies. Does anyone have cookies? I’m tempted–only sorta). ~~That was a meager effort at humor — so the food-paleo-primal-low carb police can save the lectures on how to eat.
I called Mike on the phone about halfway through the pain to help me keep my focus, and in large part to have a witness should I pass out–he could call 911. Trudgingly, I made my way home, and groped in the fridge for the remaining green juice. I swallowed that hoping it would help me feel better. It didn’t. Dejected, I crawled back into my bed. Somewhere in all this I passed out, thankfully in my bed.
I awoke, with a headache, and thought I should share my fabo day with you. I felt sure that somehow cleansing/purging myself of my fabo-fun-day with you all would make me feel better. Oddly, now, my day doesn’t seem so waisted because I have visited with you all, and Mikey says that it should be sunny tomorrow. Maybe, tomorrow will be my day for adventure. I hope so. Mikey said we might go get my new iPhone 5s tonight if I can handle it. I am excited that I finally made up my mind and am looking forward to playing with my new toy. Which means later I will get another i-something or other pad. It has only taken me 3 months to make up my mind that I would stay with iPhone–but that is for another day. You know I have to have a phone–seeing a girl can’t live in this day and age without one–ya gotta stay connected. So all is not lost, even though it feels as though someone has driven a cleaver through my scull.
You all often lift my spirits when I do not see how they could be lifted. You did that yesterday and I wanted to thank you. So many wonderful spirits spoke to mine.
Blessings on you all,