Why hello.
I've been an inactive lump for nearly a week.
I don't feel as bad about it as I might have though, since last week when I unceremoniously dropped myself on my head after being diagnosed with a concussion, I realized that I'd injured myself quite thoroughly.
Later that night I discovered my right shoulder to be a couple inches out of alignment with the left, and was not able to turn my head to look in my blind spot while driving home. Fortunately, a few nights of sleep, a hot bath with eucalyptus and mint, several afternoons with a book, and a weekend of EATING ALL THE THINGS were apparently just what I needed.
I still wake up sore each morning, but I no longer worry that I brushed against death by broken neck, and my body no longer feels like I shook all the tendons and ligaments loose from their moorings. All bones appear to be more or less where they're supposed to be.
All the laying around and eating too much was thrown into sharp relief though when my dear friend went to the gym without me and returned with the endorphin high and sparkly eyes of one who is seeing improvement in performance.
I need to get moving again. More consistently too. I've got a trip to Costa Rica for research coming up in a few months and it would be nice to be able to hike up the mountain in the humidity and not die of exhaustion. It would be nice to have the hand strength to grip things and the stamina to snorkel for long hours. It would be nice to look good in my bathing suit.
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