Well, today was weird.
I did not feel like taking a walk. I didn't feel bad, I just didn't want to do it and something was telling me not to. But because I'm a stubborn ass I decided that I was being silly and put on my walking shoes and took off. It was hot.
Sometimes I play little games with myself to make myself walk further. Today's game was to take pictures of all the churches I pass on my walk which would take me down past No Man Lord's and to the county line and then back through Lloyd. I passed my house on the way to the third church and really did not feel like going any further but, you know- keep on truckin', right?
So I walked up to where the interstate connects to Highway 59 and then back down Main Street so I could get the last two churches. By the time I got to the post office, I was ready to ask a stranger for a ride to my house which was about a block away.
But I didn't. Of course.
By then, the weird stomach/side pain I've had off and on for a few days was a tad screamy and I felt like I was about to spontaneously combust from heat.
Reader. I did not feel good.
I managed to do a few things like put laundry in the dryer and give Ralph a new vacuum bag and then I just had to lay down on my unmade bed where I read for awhile and then fell asleep. I was not in horrible pain but fairly strong discomfort, shall we say.
I got up a little while later, ate a yogurt, made up the bed with the dry sheets and went back to sleep for about an hour. Woke up and I'm feeling almost 100% better.
Still, I feel that it may soon be time to go see Dr. Zorn.
I am thinking gall bladder, perhaps. I'm amazed I still have one.
In the meantime, let's get through the weekend without a trip to the ER and all will be well.
So did I get my pictures?
And you know what? I remembered just now that there's another church that I pass on my walk but it's down a dirt road and I did not get a picture of that. So that's five churches within a mile of my house.