I shot out of bed this morning to a list of things that demanded my attention. I wasn't even awake while I searched for the leash. Ginger is always the first of course and it is a cirque de soleil to get her down the stairs, on her leash and out the door to have a pee before the old bladder gives way, both hers and mine.
I had one hour to eat a substantial breakfast, shower and dig out my shoes and my frozen weights for a Jazzercise workout and hydrate myself for a blood donation right afterwards. My weights have been in the car for over a month freezing solid. Oh I know I shouldn't exercise and then donate blood but I had to multi task today. I had an afternood of work ahead of me as well.
Thank goodness I had been to the farmer's market and my fridge and larder were full. I need a good balance of protein and carbohydrates to start this kind of day. I gave up on the whole 'fresh within 100 kms' diet idea
Actually we didn't even start that plan. But we thought about it. We could do it for the month of August.
I live in Alberta, nothing local here is fresh in the winter except green house produce...does that count?)and we don't grow anything appropriate for breakfast juices. Beets or turnips? And no amount of coaxing will get us a coffee crop.
We truck it in and that is why we have the oil sands. Oh shut up about your carbon foot print. Just ask yourself, how do you get to your stores in Florida to buy your fresh orange juice. I bet you're are using our oil and gas or the fuel of some arabian despot.
Okay off the soap box.
So off I go to the fundraiser and a lot of people have shown up. We are raising money to send a little girl in Litien Kenya to school. Girls don't go to school there unless they have a benefactor. Our Jazzercise group of ladies, I guess a core group of about 15 of us, have put an effort into perpetuating this plan. A small Calgary elementary school began this amazing project and the success of it has lead to adopting another little girl to send to school.
I do about three routines and then decide that I should cool down and get my pulse under control and leave for the donor clinic.
They are quick to get my details and get me in to a chair. I am a really fast donor, I usually hydrate like mad before I go and I am in and out in under 20 minutes.
As I am 'in recovery' at the cookie and juice bar after my donation, my artery gives way and I am giving a second donation.
Sheesh! Spouting like a fountain, blood everywhere, looks like a massacre. I hadn't stayed on the chair long enough I guess, to clot. They were really pushing them through today.
So, I wait for the bandages to do their work and for my body to clot the flow.
I drove home cautiously aware that I could wake up in a ditch. But the trip is short and I am soon in the driveway, talking on the phone with Erin about weddings and then in the house and on the computer to do another CMA for our lender client.
Becoming more and more lightheaded.
Oh my god I have to lie down. I stretch out and nap for 5 hours.
LESSON;
Had I paced myself throughout the day, the time span would have remained the same. The accomplished jobs would have remained the same. I would have relaxed and taken breaks.
Now, I have a laundry job to get the blood out of my jacket.
Sheesh.
Will I never learn how to pace myself?
