I feel like shit right now.
If you know me, you probably think just from that statement that this is serious. Iono. i dont care. read. dont read. whatever.
I was planning to type details later, but i guess someone else is using the shower right now. which means i’ll complain now.
Well, duh, it’s about tennis practice. Yeah, i was EXPECTING to be dead. I was expecting to feel sore in every muscle. I was even expecting to collapse on the ground and not be able to get up. But I never expected this.
It started innocently enough. In fact, i didn’t even go to the first half of practice because I was at the SAT prep thing (w/tracy + liz). Then we just rallied for a while. Then came liners, running, squatting, jumping, and all the other miscellaneous stuff that kills you. The thing is, it wasn’t even that hard. We were taking it easy because it was only the first day…it didn’t even seem like that much to me. I’ve had a lot worse, with 12-hour marching band practices, practicing martial arts with college students, track practice, blah blah blah. I guess just ever since I had surgery this past summer, my body’s been crap. I can still =function=. I mean, I can run, do ddr, do anything. My muscles hurting isn’t the problem either. It’s just the feeling nautious, vomiting, headache, fainting side of things that I can’t deal with.
soooo. yeah. this time around was the worst I’ve ever felt it. Even though this is far from the hardest workout I’ve had. Hell, I still feel woozy. And it’s been an hour since practice ended. I need to type this out, even though the monitor keeps on twirling around. So yeah. I was dead, blah blah, i vomited, only this time I couldn’t even get up to walk over to the trash can. *ugh*. But i’ve vomited before. no -really big- deal. Although, i guess it really is a big problem. I mean, I’m already really underweight. the last thing I wanna do is keep on vomiting.
But that wasn’t it. Afterwards i started coughing. I -swear- i thought I tasted blood. hm. And then I had this killer headache. Earlier someone said my face was hella red. Which makes sense actually. Because every time i do something that makes me dead, i feel my face like…uh…pulsing? Iono. I guess the blood rushes to my head and makes me all red. Not to mention it gives me a headache and makes me nautious. For example, after doing that Legend of Max attempt on ddr at the movie theathre, Isabelle took a pic of me and my face looked hella red.
So yeah. Um. vomiting, headache, coughing…and now I FEEL COLD. I’m wearing like 7 layers and I feel cold. uuuuuggggghhhhhhh………………
Stuff. Maybe I was planning on complaining some more. But that seems like enough.
The point is. I dunno why this is happening. Maybe I’m pushing myself too hard? I really dont know. I guess I’ve just had a history of being this way. Or something. The worst part is that I dont know what the hell I can do to stop it. I’m pissed off.
And that’s my whinings. usually i post a long meaningful thoughtful entry about a few random topics. Needless to say, i’m not exactly in the mood for that right now. I will say, though, I didn’t even get to see the person i want to gush to today. But I will tomorrow. and that was completely random. whatever.
no fickle today.
screw apush in advance.
edit: more useless ramblings.
tomorrow. what should i expect? There’s the tiny bit of good that =might= result if I can get myself to shoot for it. And then there’s the inevitable bad parts. How bad they’ll be…well i don’t know for sure.
edit 2: even more useless ramblings.
(but does that mean that there’s additional useless ramblings, or does it mean that these ramblings are more useless than the other ones?) XD
wow. it’s already 11:00. and it’s been like 3 minutes since that last edit. I feel tired. I don’t really have anything else to do tonight. So why am I reluctant to go to sleep? Maybe I’m fearing tomorrow.
But…sleep is comforting…
…so good night.