Exercise Medicine Needed
Monday, February 18, 2013
I need some exercise medicine.
Last night while sleeping I grew a migraine headache that invaded my morning. After I wanted to wake I spent 3 hours in bed in pain, with a shower thrown in there somewhere in hopes of clearing the mess. But it didn't help. The only thing that got me onto my feet was having to tell my local SparkFriends that I wouldn't be joining them for the SparkRally hike.
I decided to try to comb my wet hair and retrieve some caffeine and then start to rehydrate myself (often a migraine trigger of mine). 3 hours after that, it worked, and I was well enough to go finish some computer work at my job.
I ran into an acquaintance when I wasn't feeling well; and after I apologized for looking so weary, she wished me well and gave advice to get back in bed for the head pain.
But that would've been the exact wrong thing to do. In fact, I'd I had gotten up as I had planned, and dressed after my shower, I might have been well just in time to drive down to the hiking spot, and go off to that adventure.
This dry spell of daily exercise has effected my mood as well. I keep testing out dangerous thoughts, to see how they compare to my lowest (the way you might evaluate pain to see how it stacks up against the worst, to get a sense of how bad it is).
The conclusion that I've come to is that I need exercise to save my life. Right now--well, not this second since I'm in bed, but presently. And I don't mean to prevent heart attacks or diabetes. Until then, and during when I do, and afterward, I will continue to remind myself how much living there is to do.