Day 44

(I'm sure I'll end up doing a double to make up for yesterday.)

I had an appointment with my wrist surgeon today.  I have to see him every 4-6 weeks because of Worker Compensation rules.  Seeing my doctor is an ordeal but at least I'm no longer in super amounts of pain and doped up on hydrocodone.  The journey starts with a ten minute walk to the train (I rode my bike today).  Then, the train ride is 20-30 minutes (ran into some track work today).  Next is the 30-40 minute bus ride.  On the glorious 152.  Over the summer, part of Addison was redone, and there were always Cub's games to contend with.  This time, it was smooth sailing.  Well, except for the motion sickness.  I used to get it really bad when I was a kid; my mom figure it was part of my migraines.  I have not thrown up from it since I was a kid, but today was really rough.  I sometimes get it when I'm riding on the bus.  It's worst when reading with sun in my eyes while not sitting sideways.  Something about sitting sideways really helps me with motion sickness.  I started not feeling so hot on the train, but didn't connect it with motion sickness.  Shortly after getting on the bus, it started to hit me hard.  I tried eating, drinking water, looking out the window, breathing in and out my nose, but people kept texting me about important things and I had to keep responding.  So, reading might have played a part.  I stayed queasy all through my appointment.  A whopping ten minutes (barely worth the horrible trip, but I didn't pick this doctor and at the time I didn't have Worker Compensation insurance information, and no one else would take me without it).  As soon as I got back on the bus home, which I knew to run for thanks to my fancy phone, I felt horrible all over again.  I decided to stop at Target for a break from the bus and to purchase some things I needed.  By the time I left the store, I felt a bit better, but then I had to get back on the bus...

Anyway, this did not put me in a good place for yoga tonight.  As soon as I walked in the room I felt off again, so I went and talked with the teacher.  She thought it best for me to be by the back door.  That way if I needed to leave and puke, which I'd do anything to prevent, she'd be able to follow me easily.  It's also a bit cooler right there.  I fought nausea the whole time.  It got rough halfway through the floor series, around Bow Pose, which has mad em queasy before.  Then, hunger tried to equal nausea, which was really weird.  I never felt like I was really going to puke, which is a rare thing for me (except for extreme amounts of alcohol and Post Operative Nausea and Vomiting, which is super duper fun!), but I did take me a lot to get through the nausea.  I had a pretty good class despite wanting to puke and having skipped yesterday.  I was expecting worse, though I'm not the kind of person that can easily psych myself out, making it bad just by thinking about it.  I only sat out a few sets, less than I have been lately, and I had minimal dizziness.  Now it really is time for bed, I've stayed up late just to write this on the same day of class.  But now it's past midnight, oh well!