I spent the last week on vacation with my partner at my parents’ house. Despite that being a potential minefield, we all had a good time– there was plenty of time outdoors, swimming in the lake, playing cards with extended family, and puttering around the small city that they live in.
Today I’m back at work and I went to the gym to burn off some extra fidgets. While I was on vacation I had the brilliant idea that I would go run a mile (‘just a mile!’ she said) in my bare feet, which left me with very sore calves and epic big toe blisters (these did not survive the rocky lake bottom, sadly). Couple that with the fact that my uterus is busy staging a coup in my abdomen, and an unscheduled early meeting, and I figured that I would just do a quick half hour on the elliptical and call it a day.
Afterwards my uterus upgraded from ‘coup’ to ‘civil war’ so I sat in that meeting desperately waiting for the ibuprofen to kick in. Finally, the pain subsided. I stopped grimacing and looking like I was about to keel over, which I’m sure my coworkers appreciated.