Got catcalled while out on my run today. For some reason the guy had a megaphone. The only part that I heard over my music was that he approved of my “BOO-TAY”. This is why I don’t like running where people are.
I think something may have crawled into my lungs and died, but at least the endorphins have kicked in. And by endorphins I may mean hallucinations.
It’s a great class and everything, but my leg muscles hurt when I stand up, sit down or try to climb stairs. If I don’t go, everyone in my family will go on about how lazy I am and how I can’t be trusted to work out when I get to uni.
This is gonna be fun, then.
I mention to my dad that I’m slightly concerned I’m going to find the weightlifting class we’re going to kinda painful because of my sore tailbone.
Somehow this turns into
Well you CLEARLY DON’T want to go to this class.
It’s not a problem when you’re going to your friends.
I’ve seen you when you exercise.
You don’t ever PUSH YOURSELF.
You’re just LAZY and I don’t see why you should come.
Seriously? Fuck this.
Turns out I still hate it now! Team sports suck.
At least for me. I can’t do speed or coordination at all so I end up getting pissed off at myself letting the team down rather than getting exercise and enjoying myself.
Pilates and swimming tomorrow (also Knit-A-Soc). I am a MACHINE.
Well it was good but my thighs are made of pain.
Yay! I am kinda tired now though…
I’ve made a lot of progress. Over the weekend I was too tired to manage much apart from slumping in front of screens nursing my mouth ulcers and chemo burns. I definitely had more severe side effects this time round (if you discount how I got in the second round where my counts were totally knocked out after I picked up a cough). Mouth’s going to take a while to heal up and in the mean time it hurts to eat, I talk funny and everything tastes of metal. Woooo!
However, 3 days ago I started out at the gym. The first day I managed about 5 lengths with a lot of resting between each one. The next day I took my time over it but managed 24 lengths. Then today I put my gym kit on and did 20 minutes on the cross trainer, stretches and a lot of time doing light weights, followed by a few more lengths in the pool. I spent almost 4 hours there! My diet is also working well and I’m not finding it as hard going as I did initially. Going to try a beginners pilates class on Friday, and apart from a few twinges from my neulasta injection (blood booster, bones don’t like being forced to make extra white blood…) everything is pretty awesome right now! Made more awesome by Pride coming up on Saturday and my friend’s birthday on Sunday where I’ll see a lot of very lovely friends I haven’t seen for ages :)
The physiotherapist told me that I could only be halfway back to normal fitness levels by September, and that’s with hard work involved. Soon as I have enough strength and I no longer feel like I’m being poisoned I’m cutting out all junk food and hitting the gym. I want to feel healthy again.
You just woke me up this morning at 8am. Okay, that’s fine, I went to sleep early last night like you told me to. I’m good to get up.
Then you told me I am becoming a couch potato. Yes. Because I am undergoing chemotherapy, everything makes me very tired. Including the hour long dog walk I went on yesterday. I couldn’t exercise properly the day before that because I was in a hospital, and the day before that I was so weak I could barely walk around. Okay, I’m not doing my physiotherapy recommended exercises, but that is because they are boring as fuck.
Then you told me that my whole low heartrate thing “could well be from a fatty buildup around my heart”. Okay, way to really make me feel good/scare me shitless. Thanks.
Then you told me I spend all my time on my laptop. Earlier mum also started going on about my “autistic tendencies” (I was diagnosed with Asperger’s Syndrome when I was little. However, although I’m maybe not completely neurotypical I’ve trained myself up to function pretty much normally in social situations.). I was like “have you SEEN the amount of perfectly neurotypical people who spend all their time on Tumblr?”. Now she’s of the opinion that all Tumblrs have “autistic tendencies”. Right. *headkeyboard*
And now you’re telling me that if you decide I’m still on the laptop too much, you’ll confiscate it and lock down all the computers in the house. I don’t know if you’ve noticed but all of my friends are currently scattered around the country and in the middle of doing exams. This laptop is the bulk of my social life. If I want anything to do, go to a class, meet up with people, whatever, I need the internet to look things up. If you take that away completely, fine, I’ll still have stuff to do. But wow, that’s taking a hell of a lot away. So I guess to stay on your good side I’ll just have to use the internet while you’re out from now on. Cool.
TL,DR: I really don’t need this right now.