Pushing Limits

Moving sucks.  Ha!  Betcha didn’t know that. 

I guess, in the grand scheme of things, I can’t complain all that much about this past week. I made it to work everyday, though I was late a time or two. I got my work done and wasn’t stuck in the bathroom all day. And we successfully packed all our random crap stuff up and have it all deposited in the new place.

But I felt horrible all week.

Very early in the week it was the D which then, following normal patterns, became lovely C. And, for some unknown reason, probably stress, I was light headed and dizzy for three fun filled days. Blah.  Friday night and Saturday morning where the worst, which is expected as the move was imminent. I hadn’t been able to have a BM in a couple of days so I was feeling gross. Of course, I had NO TROUBLE going when it was time for me to leave to come here to the new place Saturday morning and do the walk through and get the keys. I was ten minutes late. and really, grand scheme of things, not too bad. But I hate being late.  

I managed to live through several back and forth trips from here to the old place, where I stood around directing people, since I can’t carry anything heavier than a feather or run up and down the stairs repeatedly without collapsing. When we came back here to stay, I managed to get a lot done though. Especially yesterday. Lots of laundry and lots of unpacking. Oh, and, lots of stressing out muscles I forgot I had. I am so sore. Just goes to show me how little exercise I have had since my IBS flared so bad 10 months ago. Too much activity makes me ache and can give me D if I am having a bad day, even just some walking, so I got quite the work out yesterday. 

And, of course, I have been paying for it since yesterday afternoon. 

I foolishly left the house yesterday afternoon for a trip to the store (well, it wasn’t foolish at the time, but looking back, hmmm…. perhaps I should have known better, I am not normal after all, I should have known something would happen if I left the house after such an eventful weekend….).  I spent my time at the store in the bathroom while the Hubby did the shopping. It was loads of fun! 

I’ll have you know that the local grocery store has one women’s restroom with only 2 stalls (I am sure you wanted to know that, right?). Ugh. Luckily, there was not much to the shopping list. By the time my Hubby was ready to leave, the Bentyl that I dry swallowed (YUCK!) was starting to control the mad spasams that where attacking me and I was able to leave my noisy sanctuary and come home. Last night was ok, but today has been kinda iffy. General blah feeling with lots of bloating and noise thrown in for good measure. So now I am in recovery mode. I am eating on schedule again. And I’m going to bed early tonight. The boxes will have to wait or learn to unpack themselves.

Well, except for the box that is hiding my soap; that one we need to conquer.