This morning it wasn’t just soreness from a workout, but my BK infection was still really bothering me. I doubled my Pyridium dose and popped two Tylenol, hoping they would manage my pain. It worked, sort of.
The goal was to head down to Fredericksburg, VA, near my old stomping grounds when I lived in Stafford and my ex was stationed in Quantico. A windchill in the teens pretty much meant that Mom and I spent minimal time walking outside and rather than pay admission to my beloved Prince William Forest Park, I figured that a quick lap of Government Island would suffice. The wind screaming off the water of Aquia Creek set my teeth on edge; we walked quickly.
Post walk, we made the 25 minute drive down the 1 (otherwise known as “Jefferson Davis” Highway…yes, it is named after the president of the Confederacy. When I think about that, it makes me both angry and want to puke). I cranked the heat and after getting primo parking on Caroline Street, we dashed into Italian Station (nee Stallion). I loved seeing my friends, Janette and Kelsea. They were both pillars of strength for me during a very vulnerable time and I can never thank them enough for their support, wisdom, love and kindness. Plus, we just had fun together – at a dark time in my life, they helped me recall what it was to laugh, joke around and be accepted.
Later, Mom and I picked up Pho (me) and a Bento Box (Mom) and made the 60 minute drive back up to Bethesda. I chatted with Andy and caught the newest episode of Season 2 “Discovery of Witches.” My Pho was wonderful, although I boiled the broth and noodles and everything else quite zealously – basically the noodles turned more mushy as they absorbed the broth. But it was boiled and that was my main concern. It was also my first take-out meal since…since….October 2020, before my transplant. Food-borne illness is a serious concern in transplant folks, so eating out is not encouraged (especially in the time of COVID), tonight was a special treat.
I ended the 23rd by knocking out my 30 pushups, with about 1 minute to spare. But it counts, my body is still sore and I’m beat. So with that, I’ll bid you a Goodnight!
It sounds as if your day was full and pleasant. I hope there are many more leading up to Day +100!
It was great that you were with your old friends in Virginia. I’m envious of you having pho. It’s one of my favorites.
Your exercises have influenced me to do some as well. I started today with situps and will do them daily. Thank you for being such a good influence.