getting better. no, really.

I'm still on the road to recovery. I think I missed my exit. But I'll be really really healthy, if not this Thanksgiving, maybe next Thanksgiving.

Last week I was feeling a lot better, so Thursday night I decided to try going to my hot yoga class. It was a little iffy because I felt kind of weird, but I thought I'd try it anyway. About 45 minutes into class, I noticed that I was shaking a lot, which is not that unusual, but usually you shake when holding your arms up or holding yourself up with your arms. You usually don't shake in tree pose. And then I puked. Fortunately in the bathroom, not all over the yoga studio. The teacher actually came to the bathroom after about 5 minutes to see if I was still alive. I opened the door, my face covered in water, my hair dripping wet, vomit still in the toilet, and said, "I got sick! I'm sorry!" Like she needed me to apologize. I hope the class didn't hear me heaving. The walls are pretty thin in that place.

For the next two days I was completely exhausted. Perhaps this is why they tell people with MS to avoid the heat? On Saturday, after Maple's music class, we went grocery shopping, and I was very very slow in the store. Afterwards, when I was carrying the groceries up the steps, I thought I was going to die. So I had yet another weekend of sitting on the couch! Although I felt somewhat better yesterday.

Tonight I am going to unheated yoga, and hopefully I won't throw up.

Maple and Sean are fine. They are both mentally and physically healthy, unlike me. I'm a hypochondriac who really is dying!