It is easy to wallow in self pity, to feel overwhelmed with “poor me”, and let the feelings of helplessness creep into the other aspects of your life. For me, this past days since my injury at Rock ‘n roll have been increasingly hard. I quit caring about my weight loss efforts, and could see images of me sitting out both Nike and CIM. But that is NOT what I am wanting to create from this.
The self pity lifestyle has left a bad taste in my mouth. Litterally, I have had a metalic taste that won’t go away unless I am eating. So, I have eaten often (even when I didn’t want to) and I have eaten stuff that I wouldn’t say were worth the calories. I just didn’t care.
The metalic taste is nauseating, but not to the point of throwing up – just so that you never feel quite right. Today, I didn’t feel like eating. I didn’t feel like being nauseated either. I went home from work and went to bed.
My doctor had responded at 10:30 pm (last night) to my message requesting an x-ray. She agreed that an x-ray was a good idea but she wanted more information. But since I didn’t get her response until this morning, I called the advice line to leave the details – “right foot, lateral aspect, hurts on flexion like my bones are locking up (like a stick). Oh, and it’s making me nauseated too.”