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I did PT yesterday. The experience was not a good one. I grumped a bit about it on FaceBook and gained a neat slogan, "Pain is weakness leaving the body" but after some thought I agree with what someone else said - if I am in so much pain that I'm crying from it and barely able to breath, then they are doing it wrong. And that is I'm going to tell them when I get there. That level of pain is unacceptable. I'm more than willing to put serious effort into this and expect a certain amount of discomfort, and even a bit of pain, towards the end of my repetitions but it shouldn't start hurting after the first three or less. They started me at too high a level. Maybe it is completely insane to them that my muscles are that weak, but they're going to have to adapt to that, not force me into doing work that is so stressful. I can't say "it's been a day and while I woke up sore it wasn't too bad" or whatever we'd say to gauge the workout level because... see below.

Well, I've lost eight pounds since yesterday. Guess a tummy bug is good for something. It certainly kept me awake and miserable all night. I had to cancel this afternoon's appointment with the vascular specialist though, and hoo-eee, is HE a busy man! The next available spot is in mid-April. Pennsic may have come and gone before they figure out what is wrong with me. I also cancelled tomorrow morning's PT appointment. More as a 'just in case' sort of thing. I may be over this by then but it seemed a kindness to give them an opening they could slide someone else into rather than gamble that I'd be okay for it myself. I ache inside and out and am afraid to drink or eat anything. Right now I'm taking careful sips of unfizzy and warm Diet Pepsi. Water seems to upset me a little more than the DP does. Bossman is going to the store to pick up some white grape juice for me and he put a neat pile of chicken noodle soup cans on the kitchen table. At some point I expect I'll feel brave enough to try one.