This week, I broke something expensive.
At my Zumba class Tuesday night, when I went to put on the mic - which we’ve been warned over and over to be VERY CAREFUL with because it’s EXTREMELY FRAGILE and TERRIBLY EXPENSIVE - it snapped. Just snapped right in half.
I hadn’t been rough with it or done anything out of the ordinary. I’m always truly careful with it because I do have a large head and I’ve always been afraid this would happen. And yet there I stood, with this expensive microphone in my hands - in two pieces.
My brain immediately went into “panicking toddler mode,” trying to think how I could hide this or who I could blame it on. Of course, this is adult-land and I have a sensitive conscience, so there would be no hiding or blaming. I knew I’d have to fess up.
My supervisor Jeannie was incredibly kind about the situation, even though I know she will probably get scolded about the expensive replacement and it’s all my fault.
I don’t understand why something so costly that gets used all day every day at our gyms couldn’t be made more durable. Or have some kind of warranty. The piece I snapped is thinner than a pencil and has very little flexibility. I make myself feel better by thinking it’s really a marvel that it hasn’t been broken sooner!
Hey peeps, what’s crackalackin?
I lost an entire day this week. That helps things move along quite nicely. :0
On Monday around 4pm, after feeling TOTALLY AWESOME all day, I looked up from my computer and realized I was dizzy. Out of the blue. I sat with my head between my legs, drank cold water, dabbed my forehead with a cold wet rag, went outside for some fresh air…nothing helped. By the time I drove home at 6pm (I know I know, I shouldn’t have driven home while feeling dizzy. But I was desperate to get there!) I couldn’t turn my head without feeling the urge to vomit. I pulled into our driveway, rushed into the house straight into the kitchen and hovered over the sink until I felt safe enough to get to the couch. I turned off all the lights, pulled a blanket over myself and from that spot I didn’t budge until I could summon the courage to take myself upstairs to bed.
Jeremy and the dogs were all a little taken back by my behavior…but at least Jeremy didn’t jump all over my head and try to pull my blanket off. ;)
I’ve never experienced vertigo like this! It was just awful! The cold sweats, the extreme nausea (I couldn’t bear to swallow my own spit!) and of course the dizziness. Thankfully I was able to find a last minute sub for my Zumba class because there is NO WAY I could have done it. (Quick side note about the awesomeness of the Zumba community I’m in: all of the instructors I contacted about subbing for me checked in on me later to see how I was feeling. Janefer offered to bring me medicine, Frederique offered to drive me home and of course God bless Andrea for subbing my class with only an hour’s notice. Love these ladies!!)
Jeremy got some meclizine for me and it helped with the dizziness…and it also completely knocked me out. I slept all Monday night, woke up to call into work on Tuesday and then slept all day Tuesday. Waking up only long enough to eat a few crackers, roll over and go back to sleep. By the time the meds wore off, I woke up feeling pretty good. And starving! So I cautiously had some chicken and rice…it stayed down fine and I felt even better. I even felt well enough to teach my Zumba class that night.
I don’t have any ear or sinus pressure or pain, so the source of the vertigo is still unknown! I’m ok with that…as long as it doesn’t come back!!!
Off and on for the last 3 hours, I’ve been trying to write a very simple post telling y’all that I’m feeling great, motivated and inspired. But I can’t seem to get a post formed around my thoughts.
So, just know that I had a blast at my friend Andrea’s Zumba class this morning, I’m ready to kill it at my own class tonight and I’m back on My Fitness Pal to track calories, mainly because I’m going to be upping my workouts and I want to make sure I’m fueling my body with what it needs.