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So my head was still hurting yesterday, and after nothing worked, I decided to hit the gym and see if that would help. Usually I do a little under 2 miles on the treadmill in a half hour, which while not speedy, gets my heartrate up to the happy 'target' range for cardiovascular goodness. Yesterday? Pfft. The legs gave out at a mile and informed me I was going no further. So, to work out the muscles in my shoulders that were still whimpering at me, I did weight machines targeting my upper body. After that and a hot shower? Yay! Headache gone! And gratefully, the headache is still gone! Of course, now I can barely move my arms because I'm so damned sore from working out. ;)
So of course I rewarded myself with a pumpkin turnover and a big cup of tea this morning. That's only fair, in my humble opinion.
Today, we are off to the imaging place this afternoon for Dean to have his yearly CT scan, which if all goes as it should and is likely to, will be absolutely clear. He has to drink the nasty barium drink in advance, and this time it's banana flavored. His response: "Great. Ruin bananas forever for me." Like I'm complaining? Bananas are nasty creations anyhow. Since he won't have eaten all day, it will also be the perfect opportunity for him to take me out to dinner afterwards. Really.
And of course, Angel is tonight, complete with Victorian era William, at least that's what the previews suggest. Dah-rool. Just -drool-. Love me Victorian era Spike. Happy sigh!
So of course I rewarded myself with a pumpkin turnover and a big cup of tea this morning. That's only fair, in my humble opinion.
Today, we are off to the imaging place this afternoon for Dean to have his yearly CT scan, which if all goes as it should and is likely to, will be absolutely clear. He has to drink the nasty barium drink in advance, and this time it's banana flavored. His response: "Great. Ruin bananas forever for me." Like I'm complaining? Bananas are nasty creations anyhow. Since he won't have eaten all day, it will also be the perfect opportunity for him to take me out to dinner afterwards. Really.
And of course, Angel is tonight, complete with Victorian era William, at least that's what the previews suggest. Dah-rool. Just -drool-. Love me Victorian era Spike. Happy sigh!
