Movin' some chi
Went to my tai chi class this evening. It seems that the lady who will be doing the instruction isn't the best at teaching. She has great form, but seems to think the easiest way to learn is to throw a whole bunch of moves at us, and then explain how we're supposed to be doing them later on. I wasn't doing too badly, because I had learned the basic moves a long time ago, but the new recruits were more than a little confused. In the end, we all sort-of aped what she was doing and were happy to figure out which foot our weight was supposed to be on for some of the moves. We'll learn more next week.
It was definitely worth going to the class, and I will definitely be back on a weekly basis.
Feeling the energy coursing through my body was wonderful, but the immense contrast hit me over the head with exactly how drained I am now and have been for quite a while now.
It was very frustrating that I lost myself partway through the session, about 90 minutes in. My balance all but disappeared, I started doing the moves in a mirror-image to what they were supposed to be, and for a while I couldn't remember how to do the moves at all. Couldn't concentrate on anything. Got a little grouchy and on the verge of panic. Decided to get shake some sense into my brain, and show it who's boss around here. So, I bent down quickly to retie my shoelaces, invoking a severe (but mercifully short) dizzy spell - but at least I didn't fall down. And that seemed to do the trick - I was OK afterwards. I know, probably not a method recommended by medical-types, but what the hell, it worked.
Next time I'll try being a bit more patient and tolerant of my limitations. Well, uhmmm, I'll try.
Still haven't heard anything from the medical-types about the ultrasound results. Didn't particularly expect to before Wednesday, giving them Monday to look at it and Tuesday to prepare the report at the very least. But I better have heard something by Friday when I see my GP for my biweekly iron fix, or I'm going to be a bit grouchy and eniastoa will be seeking restitution for having to put up with me waiting for news.
This still sucks.
It was definitely worth going to the class, and I will definitely be back on a weekly basis.
Feeling the energy coursing through my body was wonderful, but the immense contrast hit me over the head with exactly how drained I am now and have been for quite a while now.
It was very frustrating that I lost myself partway through the session, about 90 minutes in. My balance all but disappeared, I started doing the moves in a mirror-image to what they were supposed to be, and for a while I couldn't remember how to do the moves at all. Couldn't concentrate on anything. Got a little grouchy and on the verge of panic. Decided to get shake some sense into my brain, and show it who's boss around here. So, I bent down quickly to retie my shoelaces, invoking a severe (but mercifully short) dizzy spell - but at least I didn't fall down. And that seemed to do the trick - I was OK afterwards. I know, probably not a method recommended by medical-types, but what the hell, it worked.
Next time I'll try being a bit more patient and tolerant of my limitations. Well, uhmmm, I'll try.
Still haven't heard anything from the medical-types about the ultrasound results. Didn't particularly expect to before Wednesday, giving them Monday to look at it and Tuesday to prepare the report at the very least. But I better have heard something by Friday when I see my GP for my biweekly iron fix, or I'm going to be a bit grouchy and eniastoa will be seeking restitution for having to put up with me waiting for news.
This still sucks.