Sick and Tired of being Sick and Tired

Lynae N.

October 16, 2009 - 2:53 PM

Just as a quick update to my last blog, as of 9:00 am this morning I have officially started my sugar detox and am embarking on my 28 day journey in sugar recovery. At 8:55 I was eating my last bite of a giant chocolate chip cookie and sipping the last of my pumpkin spice latte. It is funny to think I put myself through the pain of too much sugar in my stomach when I have been sick this week and didn't enjoy it and when it is more sugar than I've eaten in one sitting in quite awhile. I did it just because I could and it served as a final rebellion before I gave up sugar. For those of you who are joining me, I hope you enjoyed your last indulgence in whatever you have chosen to give up and are now on your way to 24 hours "clean and sober" with me.

I have not had the best week. I started feeling sick on Monday, was informed I wasn't to come to class on Tuesday, to the clinic to see my clients on Wednesday, and not allowed to be at my off site internship on Thursday either. I understand everyone's caution with all of the nasty and scary sicknesses going around this fall. I can't say as though I would have wanted me around either, but I really missed being in my normal routine. I can only take so many days of being locked in the house wearing my husband's oversized sweat pants and t-shirts and eating whole wheat saltines and ginger ale before I start to go a little nutty. And I did start to lose it a bit. For example, I went into the bathroom to grab the thermometer two days ago. I walked in, reached up to grab it off the shelf, and put it in my mouth. I got a little tangled in the yards of extra fabric in one of my hubby's giant hoodies in the process. There I am, feverish and confused trying to untangle myself with a thermometer in my mouth when I hear a soft blup sound. Oh no, I thought! I looked down and my suspicions were right, as I shifted around in the hoodie, I twisted the pocket at just the right angle to have my cell phone slip gently into the toilet! I did what I needed to do and pulled it out, attempting to save it from a rather embarrassing death, but I was too late. Frustrated, I washed my hands about 10 times before I would touch the thermometer which was still in my mouth. I pulled apart the phone and waited to see what would happen the next day. That night when Brian came home I told him what happened and he just smiled and laughed. I love that about Brian. I never have to worry about his reactions because he is never harsh or upset by things like cell phones in toilets. Anyway, the next day Brian put the phone back together and I was shocked to find it worked perfectly fine! I doused the phone in Lysol and was happy to know that I wasn't going to have to run down to the store and buy a new phone in addition to all of the other havoc my tangled sick-day sweater dance created.

So I am happy to say I am finally back on track today. No more big sweaters and pajamas for me! I was able to go to class and am scheduled to see clients tonight. The only challenge is that my voice is completely gone from being sick. So tonight will be an experiment. I am not sure how I would react going to see my therapist and find that she couldn't talk. After all, isn't that what a therapist is supposed to do? Hmm, well I guess I won't know what kind of reactions I will get until I am in the room screaming in a whisper to be heard. The good news is it is a perfect opportunity for me to learn and I am so grateful to be back in the swing of things, I am just happy to know I can safely be present in the room with my clients.