Weight: 183 lbs
Size: 12
Blood Pressure: 120/83
Feeling:
Pre-Cryo: Okay
Post-Cryo: Great!
There is no picture today to share - I have no good excuse. It wasn't a bad hair day, I didn't look particularly awful (or good, honestly)...the simple truth is that I was busy and I forgot.
I'm sorry. Do you really mind?
I had a pretty ok night. I felt a little under the weather, fatigued from the slight case of a virus, but I was uplifted by a wonderful development. In the early days of this blog, I mentioned a sick pet - my cat.
The cat, a little orange kitty named Patty, has been with me for about 6 years now. She found us as a stray and we tried everything to locate her owners. She lived on our patio for weeks and we called her "Patio Cat" which turned into "Patty O'Cat" and eventually became "Patty". The funny thing is that if you waved a magic wand and made me a cat, this is the perfect incarnation of me. Patty is a spirited cat and she and I have quite the relationship. We are bonded in a bizarre way - we alternately are joined at the hip and annoy each other to death. She has a definite preference for only me and lives and dies by my existence, even if only to smack a piece of food right out of my hand once in awhile. She will bite me, scratch me, hog my pillow, wake me up 1000 times in a night, torment me in ways that only a demon straight from hell could - but she will also cuddle up close to my ear and purr a lullaby, nuzzle my cheek and cry for me endlessly if I am away from her. She has been at "death's door" according to vet's no less than about 4-5 times now and each time she has shocked them into stunned silence by proving their degrees worthless. On this last vet visit, I was immediately told she should probably be put down and I literally just laughed at the vet and told him he didn't know my cat and I'd wait for my regular vet who did know her history to return from her trip. He seemed offended, but so was I. He was willing to bet his diploma that she was in full blown kidney failure and at the end of her life. Lucky I didn't take the bet or I'd have myself a veterinary diploma because her tests proved inconclusive, as they always do.
Patty has been diagnosed with cancer (twice), hyperthyroidism (cured), kidney failure (twice) and a host of other "terminal" illnesses over the years - but she overcomes every time.
After weeks of her carrying on with mysterious "cat near death" isolating behavior, Patty has emerged from seclusion and resumed behaving exactly as she did before. Right back to hogging my pillow, keeping me up all night and snuggling close to my head when I want to sleep. I couldn't mind less. It's awfully good to have my annoying girl back. She's as close to my familiar as you can get (look it up) and I knew better than to count her down and out.
But, onto cryo-related things!
Pre-Cryo:
I woke feeling tired and a bit overwhelmed with a busy day ahead. The slight virus still had me a bit down, but I felt well-equipped to get on with things. This is not usually my style, so I'll attribute that to cryotherapy. I knew my much needed "boost" was ahead of me.
I was happy to pop into my favorite office and see my favorite people, who were unfortunately super busy - but, they managed to spare a few minutes and a few smiles for me anyway! I'm not sure if they will ever know how much they add to my day (well, since they read this, they probably will). If I have somehow managed to convince you to try cryotherapy, you'll be fortunate - but if you are in the South Florida area and I have managed to convince you to try cryotherapy at my very special location at Cryo954, then you're beyond fortunate. I'm sharing my favorite people and my favorite place with you. They give the best to every person that walks through their door (I see it every day) and you could search the world and never find better people. Be good to them.
Seriously.
Very good.
(Okay, not too good. It's really important to me to be their favorite, but you get my drift...)
Post-Cryo:
Of course, I felt wonderful.
Strong, energized, ready to conquer the world.
I mentioned yesterday that I was dealing with a mild illness and the benefits of feeling so good from cryotherapy had actually masked the sickness to the point of me not even knowing I will ill and that was truly the case. Pre-cryo, I could sort of feel it in the background...a tiny, nagging, dragging feeling. Post-cryo, I felt 100%. The funny thing is that the antibiotics I was given are intended to work fast, per the doctor, and already the sore throat is subsided almost entirely. I can feel a slight sense of fatigue many hours after cryotherapy to let me know that my body is still fighting it off, but the symptoms are all but gone.
It really is bizarre to me that I was sick and didn't know it. You truly would have to know me to understand that I am the world's biggest baby about being sick. To me, being sick is carte blanche to putting on pajamas, socks, a big blanket, demanding all my favorite foods and being waited on by my husband while I recline in bed or on the couch and whimper until I feel better (or until I am bored or lying around, which usually happens first). I am torn between hating being sick and enjoying the downtime that comes with it - and, in this case, I completely missed the downtime. My husband, upon hearing of my diagnosis of "strep" was gobsmacked. He's completely ready to dote on me if I should take to bed - but I haven't been able to sit still and as long as I keep moving, he's letting me go-go-go. Rather than dwell in a comfy bed with chick flicks and ice cream today, as was my right, I was put to work, ran errands, volunteered, went to the grocery store (not once, but twice) and was still expected to help with dishes and garbage duty...all because I can't manage to lie still and look properly ill.
Cryotherapy: too much energy to be sick?
But, that energy is fading as midnight nears, I've babbled enough and there's an orange cat waiting to harass me...so, I bid you goodnight!
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