Day 29 - The Sarah Project
Wednesday, April 29, 2015
I know, I know. I've been MIA for a bit. Truth is, my trip was a lot harder on my than I anticipated. It took me until the weekend to catch up on sleep, then I had to catch up on chores (unpacking, laundry, cleaning, etc). I am still trying to learn balance when it comes to activities like this very busy trip and not aggravating the autoimmune issues.
I was also diagnosed with mild sleep apnea in January. I finally got in to see the neurologist/sleep specialist this week. He said that in addition to sleep apnea I have insomnia (which I knew, but was never officially diagnosed). He's ordered me a fancy CPAP machine but is also sending me to a sleep hygiene psychologist. Who knew that was a thing? She is supposed to teach me how to retrain my brain that sleep is good and should happen when I go to bed. The neurologist also gave me "rules" for the bedroom. No tv, no clocks, no reading, no phone or tablet. Basically only sleeping and sex. That's it.
We haven't had a tv in our room in 4 years, so no problem there, and I got rid of the clock a while ago. Now I just have to be good about not reading and looking at my phone. Oh, and the other thing - if I don't fall asleep within 20 minutes (estimated because I can't look at the time) I have to get out of bed, go to another room and do something boring until I feel sleepy and try again. This all makes perfect sense, but is easier said than done. I'll give it a try though, if it means I can sleep more.
One of the other things that happened was that I fell down a flight of stairs on my trip. It was the first full day there and we were leaving the motel to go to our first class. The stairs were outside and made of concrete and steel. They are the kind where you go half way down, then turn on a platform and then the another half. I fell down the second part of the stairs. I was on the first step and my foot/ankle rolled. I tumbled, summer-salted, tuck & rolled down the stairs. When I stopped moving, I couldn't believe that the only thing that hurt was my foot that had rolled.
By the end of the day, however, the bruises started to show up. I have bruises on both arms, both legs, and my back, as well as the foot/ankle that I rolled. I am fairly certain this has contributed to my longer than expected recovery.
So here we are, almost 2 weeks later, and my foot is getting worse, not better. I am thinking it's doctor time. My goal to go more than a year without seeing my orthopedic doctor is foiled once again. I have GOT to stop hurting myself :/.
In the mean time, I have not been so great about blogging (obviously), and have not been consistent about recording my food. I have been wearing my SPAT, so that's getting tracked, and I have been logging my water & freggies.
Today I am back to business with tracking. I have actually lost half a pound in the last week and a half, so win there.
So life journeys on and so do I.
Days 21 - 28.5? D.O.N.E.