After walking just under 49 miles two weeks ago, I surpassed 50 last week. I felt happy two weeks ago when I walked more than my age (48) in miles in a week, much like I felt happy that I was able to do a slow/disciplined push up for every year up to and including my 41st birthday (my goal was to do this indefinitely, but lung disease ended that pursuit). I do wonder if I am exercising too much – every muscle and joint in my body throbs and aches. I am thinking of what my pulmonologist and GP have told me (when you have lung disease it is important to listen to the body) and I think it is possible to exercise (walk) too much when fighting fibro and AS – but sheesh it’s hard to stop. I enjoy walking, especially since ironically I don’t feel very well so when I walk I am able to take my mind off my illness. I also think I am lifting too much weight at the gym, but again, it is hard to stop.
Wife M is hustling around, picking up this and straightening that, making the house perfect., sending daughter L and I on errands. Once that would have been me but since my illness I don’t care about some clutter. Garbage and dirty clothes – yuck. But a stack of books or coffee maker on the counter? Guests will have to live with it. But M wants the house to look nice so clutter is being stowed everywhere. Today is hard for me, since weekends are my time to relax and there will be none of that today, plus all the moving around kills my fibro. :). But today is nice for my sister and it is nice M is doing that for her. In a perfect world, I’d have free time during the shower but dudes are included this time.
Knock on wood, I still look very fit. I am a lean 160 and at 48 my stomach muscles are still reasonably prominent (although to say I have the same body as when I was 25 would be fooling myself 🙂 ). But sheesh I am sore,and outside of the weight room I feel weak and my body feels whiny when it has to do anything. Shoveling dirt last night was hard, and my joints and muscles feel brittle, like they are going to shatter like crystal, they hurt so much. But, l need to look at the bright side — although I feel brittle, it is nice to look fit on the outside. In fact, it is probably preferable for a vain person like me, since people leave me alone (versus saying, “You don’t look so great” like when I was in the throes of lung disease).
For the past two months, our yard waste can has sat ignored by the garbage men. Finally, we found out why today — it is over the weight limit. Since we only put grass in there, we went to check it out and sure enough there must be 200 pounds of dirt and rocks in there. Clearly someone somewhere decided to put their excavation remains in our yard waste can. It happens, I’m not going to rant or feel bitter about it, but since I have fibro and AS it makes it challenging. Strange to think just a few years ago I would (literally) sprint back and forth to mow our lawn and dispose of yard waste, now even a few shovel fulls of dirt kill me. But, all things considered, I am lucky to be able to do that much 🙂
My lung doctor reminds me to protect my lungs since breathing anything bad could re-start my lung disease. So wife M bought me a mask for scooping up the dirt – oh yes, I am a manly man, all hunched over scooping my dirt with a freakin’ mask on 🙂
I had my check up today as part of my continuing management of chronic illness. All in all, everything is okay. He said it’s fine that I went off my medicines, but likes that I am staying on a low dose of Sertraline. He wants to do blood work on my inflammatory markers, and wants me to see my rheumatologist again then we can reconvene. Nothing overly concerning, my health continues to hang in there (!!). He was willing to do more to address the chronic pain but honestly, I’d rather live with some pain then take more meds and go through more tests. 🙂
My blood pressure was high when I arrived, so they re-checked it at the end of the appointment and it had calmed down. PRobably the stress of the mornign commute and climbing the 3 floors (albiet slowly) to his office 😉
When the lady at the front desk asked if I’d traveled internationally, turns out she went to school at the University of Edinburgh. She said Edinburgh was her favorite city in Europe, and she’d traveled a lot through Europe.
For the past year or two I have been walking a lot. I’ve have gone from 2 miles a day to 5 to 7 miles per day, and I walk every chance I have. I think it has helped me physically in that it has increased my energy a little bit (I am spending less time napping on the couch), but has not cleared my head. In other words, I am a more mobile brain fog zombie 🙂 I definitely am tired all the time, with a bad day or two a week, and still have a lot of pain, but not hopelessly exhausted like I was two years ago.