Yeah, the title says it all. I got a not-so-nice reminder last night that I’m not normal right now.
I’d been feeling off for a couple of days: tired, lots of reflux, and just a general feeling of things not being quite right. Tie that in with a busy weekend that involved lots of walking around the farmer’s market and exploring Solvang and playing and just generally overdoing it, and you’ve got a recipe for nastiness.
At lunch yesterday, I felt really lightheaded. Washed out. My face and lips felt cold and clammy. I ate lunch and chased the feeling away. I kept trying to keep that feeling away with food, but by the time Mr. Grasshopper and I were driving home from work (we carpool), I told him about it and said that I thought I might start taking Nexium again.
It’s not that I was feeling heartburn. It’s that the food kept trying to crawl back up my throat. Yuck.
I felt worse and worse as the evening wore on. I made the mistake of powering through it. Very dumb.
Right before the Grasshopper’s bedtime, it hit. I lost my dinner. I lost my afternoon snack. I even managed to dig deep and lose part of my lunch. I guess you could say that we get the job done in this house.
The worst part though was that I panicked. Thank God my husband was there in easy calling distance. He kept me from going down that mental rabbit hole of fear. He just kept reminding me that I wouldn’t go back to where I was, and that I was going to be okay. The Grasshopper, bless her, wanted to help, too, so I sent her to wet a washcloth for my face.
As soon as I got through story time, I went to my bed and fell asleep hard. Not an, “Ahhh. I think I shall sleep now,” but one of those sleeps where your body and mind just kind of force you down. Also not fun, but apparently my body needed to rest and heal itself.
I ended up taking a Zofran last night and a Nexium this morning since I was still feeling some reflux. I’ve still got that heavy tired feeling hanging around, so I stayed home from work to rest this morning a little more. I’m also pushing calories to make sure I get my furnace going again.
Lesson learned: Don’t overdo it. One exciting activity per weekend is enough thankyouverymuch. And if I start feeling not quite right again, I will not be “powering through it.” This isn’t a marathon. The end will come with time, not effort. I just need to go easy and take it slow.