I apologise for the length of this post in advance. It’s probably three different posts’ worth all piled into one.
Jeez, I’ve been meaning to make an actual post since my weigh-in. Obviously. Every time I’ve sat down, I’ve found something else to do. I’ve been magpie-ing all over the place. YAY BIPOLAR DISORDER.
(On that note: I’m now slowly coming off of Zoloft and will be going onto Duloxetine/Cymbalta instead. On the 50mg/100mg of Zoloft, I was an emotionless zombie, and on the 200mg of Zoloft, I’ve been rapid cycling for three weeks. I thought it’d settle down, but it didn’t. So time to try something else. Fingers crossed these new ones don’t make me gain weight, because the Zoloft didn’t make me gain weight, and I really don’t want to have to take another tablet that makes me gain weight. I had enough problems with Mirtazapine…
Dr. David did mention that the Duloxetine was also used as a painkiller, and looking at its Wikipage, it says it’s used to treat the symptoms of Fibro, and “on November 4, 2010, the U.S. Food and Drug Administration approved Cymbalta to treat chronic musculoskeletal pain, including discomfort from osteoarthritis and chronic lower back pain. [emphasis mine]” Which was the other reason he said he was trialling me with this one – painkilling properties = GOOD. I’ve still got 8 days of weaning myself off of Zoloft, and then three days without anything [probably because of Zoloft's half-life or something? IDK. I'm not a doctor. Can you tell?] before I start on the Duloxetine. As always: we’ll see how it goes.)
So anyway, actual entry:
My walks are going pretty well. I got another box of Lidocaine patches when I was in seeing Dr. David about my ever-failing brain, so my back really only hurts when I’m setting out and when I’m heading back, i.e. before my back has gone numb, and after the numbness has worn off. (Whether or not the pain actually stops, I don’t know. I literally can’t feel the ironically-large small of my back for maybe 25 minutes of my walk.)
When I was out walking to The Water Palace on Wednesday – and I apparently forgot to log it on MapMyFitness, because my new phone didn’t have a compatible SIM card yet (going to do log that one now, haha!) but I used the Runtastic Pedometer, so it’s on there – I did something I’ve not done since I was in school.
I love how all of the different things show different counts. The pedometer Renée sent me counted in the 7000s for that night, probably because of the bouncy-bouncy of the jogging. But still. SERIOUS DIFFERENCES!
It was awkward, and bouncy, and jarring, and it was painful.
But I jogged.
I was standing at Peacock Cross, which is where the “straight” road home starts, and it was after midnight (probably about quarter past; my Zombies, Run! quest that night was A Voice In The Dark, so I felt that being out late was a good mood-setter) and I was standing at the start of the pavement – sidewalk for all y’all across the pond – trying to remember how to run.
I’m not even kidding. I kept on trying, and it was a false start. I’ve ran (run?) on the treadmill, last year; I wanted to make it to 15 minutes, but never managed. It took me five minutes to figure out how to start running from a standing position. It was a wee hop-skip-start motion, and I got it. I realised that my knees would break if I didn’t bend them, so I did, and I straightened my back a little, and I jogged.
In reality, I probably wasn’t going that much faster than my usual walk, but it felt wonderful. There are these little raised edges on the pavement on that stretch of road that start and stop, probably to let cyclists on and off the road/pavement easily. I’d jog one then walk the next one until I got to the end of that stretch of road, and then I jogged to the bus stop and walked to the next street. Jogged to the next lamppost.
Was exhausted and close to home, so I walked the rest of the way to cool down, and I had sweat almost dripping into my eyes. I normally have sweat on my back and down my temples, but I haven’t had sweat dripping down into my eyes since Spinning. (p.s. I MISS SPINNING OMG.)
But it felt wonderful.
And because it was so late, I didn’t have any idiots in cars honking at me and shouting out of their car windows at me. Even the vehicles that DID pass me by – WHILE I WAS JOGGING, EVEN – didn’t do anything. They drove past me.
It felt wonderful.
I walked home from Mum and Dad’s on Friday, and went through the bit of the woods that I’ve never gone through before.
Click for a MUCH BIGGER SIZE. I love this new feature on my phone. It’s so much more than a panorama.
See, there are two parts to the woods: there’s the Udston side, and the Glenlee side, and it doesn’t make much sense, because the Udston side is up between Hillhouse and Udston, and the Glenlee part, which is the larger part (although I’ve just gone and looked at it on Google Maps – look at the place north of where I’ve marked, at the trees. Look at where it’s bisected by “Udston Road” in the middle; the part above that’s the part I’ve been in most often; the part at the bottom, with the entrance on Hillhouse Road, is the Udston Woods, where I’ve only been twice now, and it looks MUCH bigger than the other part, but certainly doesn’t feel it!) where I’ve been going lately, which is in Udston, is between Udston and the start of Blantyre.
But Friday was my first time in the Udston Woods, so it was nice, to see some different things, like this awesome tree:
I don’t know why it’s awesome; I just love the look of it.
Of course, sometimes I’m an idiot, and there was this kind of… gap in the trees that people had obviously made over time, so I went over to see what was so interesting, and there was a long branch of jaggy nettles in the way. I checked it out, took hold of one of the non-jaggy parts… and then got stung by one of the jaggy parts. My thumb and my fingers – not including my pinky – all came up in big white spots. And I couldn’t find any dock leaves nearby (I always thought these were “Doc. leaves” when I was younger, like “Doctor leaf”, because you used them to help with nettle stings. True fact.) until I had crossed Udston Road and went into the Glenlee Woods.
I did some stuff at home to try to help it, once I got home, like baking soda paste and sellotape and vinegar, etc. It stopped itching, eventually, and I went to bed. And was rudely awoken at 3am with my finger bright red and itching like hell. I had to go and get the little lint roller that I use to remove Roxie’s cat hair from my clothes, tore a strip off, and used it on my thumb. When I held it up to my eye/the light, there were a few wee hairs stuck to the paper that I hadn’t caught with the sellotape.
When I went back into the Udston Woods tonight to walk home, I didn’t go back into that little gap in the trees again. I didn’t get to see what was so fascinating last time, but the nettle branch was still there, and I didn’t particularly want to spend another night brushing dried baking soda paste off of my fingers.
[Tracy's End Note]: Wow, I started writing this at 22:23, and finished it at 04:49. And you can’t tell I’m manic at all, can you?! Once again, I completely apologise. It’s absolutely no fun when your brain misbehaves and misfires. Fingers crossed that these new tablets work. Just gotta put up with this for another week or so.