Day 24: Can Frozen People Shatter?

Me & Alma from Cryo954

Weight:  183 lbs  
Size:  12
Blood Pressure:  135/89
Feeling:    
  Pre-Cryo:    Good
  Post-Cryo:   Good, then not good...

I'm posting late, and I wish that wasn't the case - but a very busy day made it impossible to do it earlier.

I also forgot to take a picture again - but, funny enough, I was playing with the Snapchat photo filters with Alma, the beautiful & wonderful Office Manager at Cryo954 today and it just so happens to be the only picture I actually took - so, you get that one (Hope you don't mind, Alma!)

My post will be pretty brief - I won't lie, it's been a rough day.

Pre-Cryo:
I woke up feeling great.  I was in a great mood, I felt completely recovered from my little virus and the day started with excellent news - my stepson got accepted to UCF!  Woohoo!  That means that this fall we will have two UCF Knights.  We couldn't be prouder.  He had his heart set on UCF and it was the only school he applied to as part of early admissions, so this was a wonderful start to my day.

I knew I was in for a busy day, so I prepared as best I could and was off and running!  On the downside, it was laundry day and I am pretty limited on what fits me right now, so I was dressed like a slob.  Part of my busy day included trying to grab some clothes that fit properly in between appointments and meetings.

Post-Cryo:
Left feeling wonderful and energized, just as I needed to!  My energy burst lasted me well enough through the day from hell, but my good feeling was, unfortunately, short-lived.  I sort of knew it would be...

After cryotherapy, I raced to try to find some properly fitting clothes and came away with only one more pair of jeans for lack of time between appointments.  Oh, well.  I'll try again tomorrow, I suppose.  

Today just wasn't my day.

Today was the second round of that therapy session from last week where I sit and sort of emotionally suffer while hoping that it will help someone else feel better.  It sucked just as much as last time and, while I hope it is helping the other person, it isn't helping me a whole lot.  Or at all.  It's very bizarre to participate in this therapeutic thing for someone that leaves me sad and needing to talk, and perfectly isolates me from being able to do so.  Cruel, really.

So, no - not a good day.  That was pretty much when my energy wore off and I decided my day wasn't great anymore.  I'm glad I had the cryotherapy to get me through it, because otherwise I am not sure I could have.  I walked out on my own two feet, drove home to my family without any sudden accelerations or ramming anything and didn't take to a bottle of alcohol - so, all in all - a victory.

The bummer of a late afternoon un-did all my good cryotherapy benefits.  My muscles are in knots, my shoulders feel like rocks, I'm tired and I'm feeling rotten.  The very best that I can say is that I survived it, I know I can keep going and tomorrow is another day.

I can do this.  But, I won't lie - I'm not sure I could have gotten through it this well without cryotherapy keeping me calmer than usual.  

Maybe cryotherapy is keeping my nerves just frozen enough not to let me shatter.  

I kinda hope that's true...

Tomorrow is another day.