We had a Rotary visioning meeting Saturday. Four hours. There were a couple things that made it difficult.

The result is that Sunday I was tired. A friend and her daughter came over and we made belated valentines, with paper and tape and stamps. I no longer have gluesticks in the house with my daughter in college. It was sunny so we went for a long walk from the boatyard along the bike path. We turned and walked downtown for ice cream. And back. They dropped me at home at around 2pm.

I lay down for a nap on the couch. I slept until 7, got up and ate a piece of fruit, and went to bed. And slept until four. Awake with headache, slight nausea, and a stiff neck. And I am working today because we rescheduled all the people who couldn't get out in the snow last week to today.

It is going to be very tricky to do the Rotary job I've signed up for without getting sick.

I feel better than when I woke up. Time to circle the wagons and only do the things I really have to get done. This chronic fatigue shit sucks. I am starting to really exercise again, but I have to sleep 10-12 hours when I do. Healing mode. Still, I am lucky because I have such a mild case that I can get out of bed and work. And have a life. Spoons, indeed.

I pulled my right iliopsoas last week. I can see the Netter Anatomy book picture in my mind: half the muscle is attached to the inside of the iliac crest, growing into the bone. The other half is attached to the five lumbar spine bones on the inside. The two muscle bellies come together and wrap through the groin to attach at the other end to the femur. This pair of muscles is for lifting the the thigh and pulling it medially. I iced it. Except it's a bit hard to ice through the spine and through the pelvis, right? Stiffest two days after the injury and what is hardest? Putting on my socks and lifting the right leg to get in the car. Driving a clutch is not terribly fun either.

It is getting better steadily: a month to six weeks to fully heal. Don't do anything stupid during that time.

I want to build my muscles back up, and I have clinic, and writing, and the Rotary.... I will have to make choices. Want to do everything, silly of me.