Well, no run for me this evening. I should've known not to post my plans, being all virtuous and that. First, the clouds immediately rolled in. It's sunny again now and about 49 degrees but Aunt Flo just came to visit. Well, not so much as came to visit as slapped me upside the head and then began kicking me in the stomach. So now I have cramps and the beginning of a migraine.
I also forgot to mention in my earlier catsup post that I saw my doctor the day before I left for vacation to go over last fall's blood pressure med changes/statin drug added in stuff. My triglycerides are back down to normal, below the "oh my god" number they were last fall so the statin is working in that respect. My bad cholester is good (heh) but my good cholester is low. And my blood sugar is still inching its way up each year (105 now, I think she said, below 100 is what you want). Consequences of metabolic syndrome, says my doc, since given the (relatively) healthy way I eat and the (relatively) high amount of exercise I'm getting I should have great stats. But I don't.
We talked about how draggy I've been, particularly at the beginning of runs, and she decided perhaps a beta blocker (which slows your heart rate) wasn't the best thing for me anymore. Long story short (too late!), I'm in the process of weaning off the beta blocker and adding in more lisinopril. Which has meant return of the dreaded thump-thump-thump headaches. Before my blood pressure was stabilized beyond a certain point, on a daily basis I could feel the blood pulsing in my head. It sucks. Particularly when you are trying to sleep and you have thump-thump-thump at your temples. On top of that, the increased lisinopril has resulted in a somewhat constant feeling of I'm going to yak. I almost got to get up close and personal with my grandmother's commode is what I'm saying. Thankfully, she is an excellent housekeeper.
So I had that going on all during my vacation: not eating enough, not sleeping enough, inhaling carcinogens for hours at a time -- I believe the French coined the term "malaise" expressly for this kind of thing.
Oh, and my jaw spontaneously went out of whack so I've been clenching my teeth too much and sometimes it hurts when I chew.
And now I want chocolate. Bleargh.
Fuck it, I'm going to bed.