Okay, I admit it’s been way too long since I did a full day’s worth of physical work. Probably 6 or 7 years it’s been, when I worked at Camp Sealth and hiked up and down the hill, gaining and losing 400 feet of elevation several times a day. (Camper Jampers out there, you know of what I speak!)

Yesterday, I wore myself out. OH – YEW – TEE, OUT. I know I’m capable of five massages a day, but perhaps I should work up to it. Yes, let’s go with that.

I had bizarre symptoms. First, as I was taking my post-workday hot tub, I actually had a feverish chill run through me. I was sitting in hot water, and I had goosebumps. It was just one chill, so I let it go. Once I got to my cabin, I realized I was exhausted. My whole body just felt tired. Good tired. Fine, and expected. I made dinner: surimi on toasted English muffin, yogurt, a little tonic water. By the time I ate, and had some conversation with the gals in the kitchen, I was weak and sweating. My head swam. Uh-oh. I left my dishes unwashed, with a promise to wash them in the morning, and went upstairs.

I’ve been told that it is possible to work out too hard, and to feel flu-like symptoms. Well, WOOT for me, because that’s where it went. Hot, achy all over, and weak. I had to decide which medication would be better, and went with the muscle relaxer.

Four hours later, I went for the codeine tablet. However, I was no longer sweating, which was a relief. My head felt more clear. I went downstairs for an ice pack, which I had so sagaciously placed in the freezer earlier. At the time I wrote this, I was in bed, with a clear head, a sore piriformis (Bastard! Eternal bane!), and three more episodes of CSI to watch.

I have two 90-minute bookings for this afternoon. I have blocked off the rest of the day. I am going to change the massage book guideline soon, and limit myself to four massages until further notice.

And damn, I need a pee container up here. This walking down slippery wooden stairs in the dark in the middle of the night is for the birds. Costco chocolate-covered raisins, anyone? Those square containers make the best ersatz potties.