No More Whinging aka Remember It's The Massive Doses of Hormones

These views from the pool deck remind me how lucky I am to be able to travel to this beautiful spot. On the flight, I spent a lot of time crying and asking myself why I was putting myself through this again. My moods have been more manic than I have experienced since prior to starting the prozac. It takes a lot of getting used to. I have to keep reminding myself that I am taking huge doses of hormones and it is not really me. Last night was a very low, low point.

Thank you for all your helpful comments and general support. I could feel the love!!

Beagle, you made me snort with laughter at your comment as that is exactly what I was doing last night, with my feet up on the wall. It reminded me of those faraway days of TTC when I used to do that to help the swimmers get to the place they needed. How young and naive I was!

Luckily, the elevation and the cold water soaking helped very much and they are almost back to normal again this morning. Today I am taking it easy...no long stints in the car, no wine, no stress. And definitely no whinging.

Last night's shot seems not to have turned into a knot. I made Mr P massage my arse for over twenty minutes. Poor guy ;)

I also did some research and some bloggers advocate walking around after the shot to move the muscle. So I did a bit of that and then added in my longtime companion, Teddy Hottie. He is my hot water bottle that accompanies me all around the world. I don't know sometimes who ranks top...him or Mr P. It can be a close call.

Lynnette, I took a picture of the kelp especially for you this morning with my phone. Mr P got me a bluetooth dongle this week so my Nokia pics can be quickly posted on the blog. Expect a lot more ;)