So today was rough. I can't believe how fast my back started really freaking out, as did being hungry and fatigued. But, that was ok, I kept on.
Then, something weird happened. Our last stop was at a rehab center in Poulsbo (surgery, not drug). A friend (and co-worker of Mark's) had knee surgery. We had planned to go see her, and the other stuff got written in.
Anyway, we're there, I'm tired and my back is barking. So after a bit, I said I was sorry to be a party pooper, but I was feeling really poorly and had better go lie down in the car. We said our goodbyes. Then...it hit me. A weird attack of some sort.
All of a sudden, I got violently dizzy and nauseated. I knew if I didn't lie down immediately, I was going to pass out. Thankfully, the other bed in her room was vacant. So I collapsed. A few minutes later, I felt better. Embarrassed as all get out, but better.
The trip home I didn't feel awesome. Hours later I still feel bad. Kind of dizzy and nauseated still. Mark asked if maybe we'd better pull the plug on the diet? I guess that's something to consider if I don't snap out of this soon.
What a day.
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