Friday, January 28, 2011
I'll consider the following progress - that my health should be back to normal now, at least in the coming month. I've still got a burnt side that needs healing, but thank goodness it's not looking like zombie flesh (sorry if I gross you out.) I like to remember how bad it was the first time around so I won't complain of the nagging little pain and pull in the skin now.
Now, sigh... something I haven't touched in ages now is exercise. I mean, I was fatigued, yes, but that's an excuse really. Not to mention the fact that I'm not supposed to let water get in touch with the radiation-treated area. Hello? Try that Pilates workout (or better still, that Black Swan hyped, ballet-inspired workout doing the rounds on iVillage.com atm) and you're sweating like a *insert the animal's name here, you know which one! If you're a writer and you don't, well, you should find out what I'm talking about!* So, sweat = water, and uh, you're supposed to shower afterwards too, innit? Unless you wrap your chest in saran wrap every single day, a full contact shower is just not possible (don't ask me how I've survived the past 5 weeks. I, uhm, bent the rules a bit... by having my regular shower...). So I should get back on that horse. Soon... I promise...
One place where I'm coming out of my comfort zone a lot lately is the kitchen. I used to have an awfully crappy Internet connection before and now I've got something similar to broadband. I opened the treasure gate on YouTube, where I watch like 5 video recipes, minimum, a day! All there are inspiring me to try new things in the kitchen, especially stuff we love and which cost a pretty penny when you add it all up at the end of the month. I'm trying to make pitta bread today - will let you know how it comes out. :)
What have you peeps got planned for the weekend? I've not slotted a lot. My MIL is in the hospital, on observation for pain lancing up on one side of her face. We'll be going to and fro to see her over the next few days. Yeah, I know, hospital again (not the one I go to. That one, my husband calls our second home!). But hey, there's a huge, huge difference in going to the hospital as a visitor and as a patient!
Hope you all have a great weekend.
From Mauritius with love,