When the pain started last night, I assumed that it was my Lady’s, arriving a bit early. But it wasn’t. I had a touch of food poisoning, which was just enough to keep me in bed for most of the day.
Of course, I was bored out of my mind!!! I didn’t have the mental focus to read a book or study. The Internet is a Dead Zone on the weekend. DVDs can only keep me entertained for so long.
After the first few uncomfortable hours, I figured out a brainless activity that would help me pass the time: I organised my photos from the past year. This in itself was a bit painful, given the Big Life Changes I’ve gone through, but there was an element of closure in the process, which I appreciated.
And if I had to get sick, at least I did it on a Saturday! Tomorrow I’ll be back on the mat.
I shot a State-of-the-Backbend photo during my brief Second Practice yesterday:
Why on earth do I feel like I can’t breathe if I walk my hands in to my maximum? (where they are in this photo)
It feels like an iron band is cinched around my chest and the air won’t go in.