Today, I went to the doctor to get an echocardiogram and EKG to address some dizziness I get when I work out... or at least when I worked out around the capacity of the average person. This visit was more to rule out bad things than to discover anything. Well, sure enough... there was nothing wrong with my heart. I was just told to exercise (which I am trying to do), add salt to my diet, drink more water and less caffeine. I can at least try to do the first four.
There was a bit of walking to be done between the car and the part of the building we had to be. My leg had been hurting since I woke up and walking didn't really help. I ended up deciding that that would count as my walking for the day. Well, even after we got home and sitting for a while, my leg persisted with it's pain. It wasn't quite bad enough to warrant Tramadol... yet.
And then, when mom was getting ready to go to poker with her friends, she asked me to cook dinner. I'm kind of the 'brat master' in our house and we were having brats and perogies. I knew that cooking would require quite a bit of standing over a hard kitchen floor, moving and carrying pots and pans with water and/or food. I also knew that this would mean straining my body further. So... I decided to take a Tramadol. To cook. The first pill out of the bottle... was used for cooking. Sure enough, I got the job done decently... and now my body doesn't hurt as much. A win-win, I suppose. Also, it's always nice to be able to pop all of my joints that are otherwise too stiff and hurting to pop. I don't know how many cracks I got between my knuckles, neck, and back. Sweet relief...
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