Day 3: I've Got Chills....No, Really...

Got Chills?

Day 3:

Weight:  193 lbs
Size:  14
Blood Pressure:  126/85*
Feeling:  Pre-Cryo:  Yucky!!!  
               Post-Cryo:  Surprisingly Pretty Good!

* I take medication for chronic hypertension.

Well, it's a bit of a change-up from the daily picture of me in a robe.  Seriously, how many pictures of me in a robe can you tolerate, right?

Pre-Cryo:

This pouty picture was actually taken last night and here's the deal...after I posted yesterday, you might recall I mentioned a tiny bit of a sore throat and a complete lack of an appetite.  Well, mystery solved...  Around 7:45 pm, I suddenly felt very, very tired and decided to go to bed.  Not nap, but flat out call it a night.  I crawled into bed and was out cold for a few hours, but woke up around 10:30 pm with my throat on fire and the chills.  Ugh, I was getting sick - and ain't nobody got time for that.

I downed a pint of Roman Raspberry gelato from Talenti (don't judge) and convinced my husband that I would definitely die if he didn't go get me Chloraseptic immediately.  After my throat was relieved, I spent the next few hours pouting and being a brat before finally going back to bed.  It was a crappy night.  

I woke this morning without any sore throat, but feeling blah.  No energy.  Very draggy and heavy.  I would have gladly stayed in bed.  I stood under a hot shower until I used up all the hot water in our 5-bedroom house (which is quite a feat) and then dragged myself out the door to Cryo954 with such dramatization that my once-a-week housekeeper rolled her eyes and laughed at me.  I fully intended to come home and go back to bed and as I left I begged her to do whatever she needed to do in my room first.

The shower helped a bit.  Going to a place I enjoy helped too.  Since Cryo954 also happens to be inside my chiropractor's office, I pouted about my neck being sore and lucked out with some adjustment and neck massage.  For a big, fat, whiny crybaby, I was really lucking out...and beginning to wonder how far I could push this.  Turns out - not far.

Post-Cryo:

Well, new revelation about cryotherapy...when you feel like crap, it's perfect.

Who knew the effect that cryotherapy could have on a big, fat, whiny, crybaby fighting off a cold?

I still have the tiniest tickle in my throat, but I have no need to go home and nap.  Would you believe that I willingly came home and worked?  I even ate lunch.  After a few hours, I'm still feeling pretty good - a solid amount of energy, considering!  I'm pretty sure that I will still be resting in a bit, just to really make sure I ward off this evil plague, but I literally went from feeling like I had cement in my blood to feeling pretty decent.  That's unexpected and I can't deny that part of the reason I pushed to go today was to see how cryotherapy interacted with my yucky state.  Pretty impressive results.  If I was in a place of needing to push through, this would absolutely be the answer.

(Before you fret about me infecting the world, I'm not sniffling or coughing and I'm a hand-washing, anti-bacterial sanitizer using kinda gal.  Ever since Bath & Body Works filled the world with pretty smelling vials of anti-bac hand sanitizer, I am never without.  I can't deny that I am breathing, but only in limited directions.  If I was worse off than this, I promise, I would have given up and stayed in bed...I'm not supergirl.)

There has been a nasty bug making the rounds and nearly everyone I know has had a taste of it.  Most of them end up in bed for days, miserable.  I take daily vitamin C and D3 (plus the anti-bac sterilization), but could cryotherapy save me from the full effects?  While there's no guarantee I've been exposed to the same bug - and certainly, we have to consider my added vitamin usage - but the fact that I was resurrected from a really weak place today is nothing if not noteworthy.

My energy is decent, my focus is good.  My mood is good - calm, stable.  I'm slightly tired, which I believe is a result of this minor bug trying to get at me, but I am doing infinitely better than expected for a Florida girl who spent last night in a sweater, scarf and socks whimpering about dying.  (Drama Queen 101)

And - just to prove it...here's the daily picture of me, smiling in a robe.  There's a truckload of make-up going on here to try to hide the fact that I felt like crap this morning, but the post-cryo smile here is legit.

Cryotherapy when you feel like crap?  A very good thing!

PS:  I ate nothing all day yesterday and lost 1 lb?  Hardly worth it...