8th Tree Planted
I didn't exercise yesterday. Instead, I went for a mammogram (18 months overdue thanks to a health system under pressure).
My previous three mammograms were incredibly painful. Especially the last one; which left me traumatised. So unsurprisingly, I wasn't entirely excited to be going. Truth be told, if it wasn't for the fact a friend of mine is currently undergoing treatment for breast cancer and the fact that I was supposed to have had a follow-up mammogram a year and a half ago, I would have cancelled the appointment. So instead, I put on my big-girl pants and resigned myself to the inevitable torture.
Cue IBS.
My gut sure lets me know when I am mentally stressed!!
I am pleased to say that the mammogram wasn't anywhere near as painful as previously; thank fuck. After explaining that I was anxious due to bad experiences previously, the technician was amazing. Respectful, gentle, and kind. Oh so very kind. (A stark contrast to the last experience during which the technician told me "you can't be in that much pain" and proceeded to squeeze my boobs further as tears streamed down my face.) Yesterday's technician did a wonderful job of earning my trust; and in turn, I relaxed.
My gut felt considerably better today. Not perfect, but much better than yesterday. So I walked to the supermarket and clocked up 2.9km. I'm happy with that effort. It felt just right. Until mid afternoon when I was overwhelmed with tiredness and fell asleep for a couple of hours. I woke up just as tired as I was before passing out. I'm clearly unwell and my body is craving rest.
Tomorrow is a new day.
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