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[camwyn]

I have something of a cold- I started feeling the symptoms yesterday. Burny eyes, stuffy head, post nasal drip, sore throat. Normally I would wait until this got to the point of SUPREME AWFULNESS before doing anything about it work-wise, but it would appear I have also begun Running a Pint Low (aka Shark Week). And this week, despite the consumption of extra-strength ibuprofen twice yesterday, it is not letting go of my back.

I called in sick to work this morning and slept as late as I could in the hopes that one or the other of the physical issues would turn out to be a bad dream. Neither one did. This peeves me.

I'll manage. I did my karate class yesterday despite both, but I suspect that may have been why they got worse as the night went on and hit me as hard as they did this morning is because the virus and the prostaglandins colluded on revenge.

*mutter*

Understand, I am a feminist, and I am the sort of person who will go to karate class despite nearly incapacitating lower-back and lower-abdomen cramps on the grounds that being female is no excuse for weakness (and anyway, a woman in my isshin kenpo classes attended and participated in class up to month 7.5 of pregnancy). But I have no desire to give my office mates anything contagious, and as for the other thing, well, that's just making the urge to camp out near the restroom about twenty times stronger, let's leave it at that.

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[vivian-shaw.livejournal.com]

Word on the sick + bleeding bit. It isn't fair: one feels one should have to suffer through one or the other, not both.

However, your second point just goes to reinforce my strongly-held belief that exercise is bad for you. My back and thighs are killing me due to carrying a hell of a lot of weight downstairs on Sunday afternoon, and this is not improving matters with the other issue either. Exercise makes everything worse.

[camwyn]

Every time exercise and shark week coincide and I start thinking of stepping away from the exercise, Meg bloody Ryan's line in Courage Under Fire comes up- the bit about 'I gave birth to a nine pound baby, I can handle a little pain'- and I feel like a total ass if I don't go through with the exercise. Dammit, my mum lost eighteen pints putting me into the world (or, rather, had 18 pints of donated put into her- you do the math). I can handle exercising with a couple of ounces going away.

[vivian-shaw.livejournal.com]

Ugh, birth.

My immediate reaction to any sort of exercise is "am I getting paid for this," and if I am also feeling as if happy fun demons are inhabiting my girly regions and having a party which involves jabbing my abdominal wall with barbed iron spikes, I am even less inclined to go through with it.

The feminist movement at my college hated me.

[camwyn]

I am stubborn at all the wrong times. My general response to "period + karate class" was "buy black uniform trousers". It takes the kind of period where I throw up and have to bite back the urge to say aloud "I wish I had been born Matthew!" to make me not go to class.

[vivian-shaw.livejournal.com]

....I bow to your icon.

I also salute you for your stubbornness. I wilt like a reed.

[camwyn]

Oh, btw- I bought a DVD of Macbeth today from Amazon that apparently sets the play in a post-apocalyptic wasteland. Guess which blue-eyed son of a Time Lord plays the Scottish usurper?

[paradisacorbasi.livejournal.com]

Heat. On the lower back and lower abdomen.

Will help a multitude of difficulties.

And don't forget the tea.

[camwyn]

Have done, definitely. Thank you.