Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Normally I'd say that getting sick while on a trip is a bad thing. But as a mom to little kids, I've decided it's actually the best timing. Before kids I could lay around in bed or on the couch and concentrate on nothing more than resting, feeling sorry for myself, and when I could take more meds. But once I became a mom I discovered that you don't get time off to be sick. With a husband who's usually not around I would still have to take care of the kids no matter what I felt like. I think one time I got away with telling the kids to go take showers and put themselves to bed. They definitely weren't happy about that. And I still had to feed them beforehand, so I only got out of part of the night time routine.
When I arrived here over a week ago all the people stationed here had been sick and were just getting over it. Even though my day-shift equivalent was doing a good job wiping down the work surfaces, keyboard, phone, etc. I knew I was probably going to wind up sick. I woke up on Sunday with a very tickly chest which progressed rapidly into a full cough. By Monday night I realized I couldn't go in. By midnight I had the worst stuffiness ever and a fever. Tonight is my second night off and I feel a whole lot better. It's night and day from how I felt yesterday. That gives me hope that I won't be too stuffy for the flight home.
But overall being sick in the hotel room here is better than being sick at home. I have no kids to take care of. I had bought all that food at the begining of the exercise so I had all the breakfast, lunch and dinner I needed. Even so, one of our Sergeants who'd heard I was sick brought me a couple of those boxed lunches - you know... the ones I said had such terrible food ;-) That was really nice of him. But of everything in there the only things I will eat are the two oranges and the hard boiled egg.
Tonight I'm feeling better enough that I picked up with the 100 Pushup Challenge workouts. When we were doing the pushups on shift at the top of the hour I was doing just 15, 20, or 25. For tonight, the actual workout I chose was Week 4, Workout 1, Column 3. So I did 21, 25, 21, 21, 32. Doing those workouts with the different amounts and largest number at the end really does a great job increasing the numbers.
I've been doing a good job with the food, but being sick means I haven't really worked out in 3 days. The scale I weighed myself on at the beginning of the trip was at the gym, so I don't know if I've lost any more weight. But I do have a tape measure and I haven't lost any inches. That's what concerns me. I need my waist to be down to no more than 31.5 in two weeks. I need max points on the waist measurement for my Air Force fitness test in order to give me as much breathing room on my run time as I can get. Doing the 1.5 mile run with achilles tendonitis is perhaps the dumbest thing I've done in a while. I need the ability run as slowly as I need to. And in order to do that I need all the points I can get on the waist measurement.
I'll be going back into work tomorrow. And the cool thing is that it's going to be the last night of it. This exercise has been so obnoxiously slow. I don't like being slammed with too much to do in too little time, but I also don't like the opposite. A 12 hour shift with nothing happening drags really badly.