It looks like I am being forced to slow down. Not by my choice though!
On Thursday I took a pretty impressive hit to the face with a squash ball. Now, to be fair, my opponent owed me a hit. I had hit her in the boob just a few shots prior with my racquet. Ouch! I took my own hit with my left cheek bone, just under my eye. It was an incredibly hard hit and my first though was that I had knocked all of my teeth out! But I was able to laugh it off and finished the game, you know, cause I am tough like that.
Later that night though, I started to become extremely dizzy and nauseous. I went to bed feeling like I had just drank two bottles of wine. Friday I wasn't much better. Loud noises hurt my head, if I moved to fast I would get dizzy, and I just wasn't able to function well! Late afternoon I had to call my husband home from work because I was just too woozy to deal with the kids.
Saturday morning though I woke up feeling right back to my normal self! I went down to the gym at noon to have a workout and oh did it ever suck. The workout was hard and after maybe 20 minutes I was back to being dizzy and feeling like I was going to yak while doing the deadlift. Not fun! I headed for home, but not until after I yakked in the snow in the parking lot. Good times. The rest of the day I spent on the sofa.
Matt has now put me on veg-mode for the next week and says I have a mild concussion. No strenuous exercise allowed! So no squash, running or weights. Blah. I am going to try and get a long walk in every day though so I don't go completely nuts. Hopefully by next weekend I can give it a try again with better results.
Who would have though one hit to the face from a squash ball could do this? Not me!