Further Frailties of the Flesh; or, Perhaps I Do Too Much
Yesterday I took the day off and, with massive amounts of help from
caelfinn and Husband-of-
sedai for which I am eternally grateful, moved a bunch of STUF over to
nedlnthred's (if I think I'll need it in the next N months) and
sweh's (if I don't). Most of it was not so very bad, but my dresser is about 5x heavier than I thought, particularly when moving up Beth's narrow, U-turning, 1880s-era staircase. Yerg.
However, the job was completed, and we rested, ate, and refreshed ourselves before I came back into town to attend the first iteration of this year's Midsummer Night Swing with
elibalin. This was fun, but with many "but"s. The dance floor was insanely crowded, so that one could barely move, and so we kept getting stepped on and kicked and what not. This is bad enough by itself, but I was also feeling extremely out-of-my-element, having never swing-danced before, and uncoordinated as I am, I was pretty nervous and high-strung about the whole thing. Also, I wore very wrong shoes: I selected for "slidey soles for dance floor", but they are not long-term comfortable at all, and the dance floor was not very slidey anyways, so I would have done better to gone for comfort instead. Finally, I would like to express my disapprobation at the bunch of people who were standing on the dance floor, not dancing, in the middle of the stage, just to listen to the music. NOT A CONCERT, JERKS. Anyways: after while, I was feeling tired, and my leg and knee and feet were aching, and I was starting to get a headache, so we packed it in early with an intent to come better prepared for our next attempt. This proved wise, because by the time I got on the train home, I felt like my head was clamped in a vise with extra spikes stuck through my eyeballs, interspersed with flashes of nausea. Would this be a migraine? Whether or no, it was really unpleasant and I'd like to not have any more of that--but I don't know what caused it so I don't know how to avoid it. Bah. Got home, took Vitamin I, went to bed with a damp cloth over my eyes. (Thankfully, I seem fine today, if exhausted.)
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However, the job was completed, and we rested, ate, and refreshed ourselves before I came back into town to attend the first iteration of this year's Midsummer Night Swing with
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Though I was failing to live up to the Burning Man motto, so perhaps it was, at that.
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Standing or sitting a lot on unforgiving surfaces (concrete especially)
Dehydration (and I don't have to feel thirsty, but I notice the next day when I drink a ton of water, the pain lessons considerably, so that seems like A Hint.)
Week (especially couple days) before period
Muscle strain in back, neck, shoulders from (my culprits)slumping (often due to overtiredness), carrying heavy bags (esp. with laptop)
Eating too much sugar or drinking too much red wine seem to be related, too.
YMMV
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But, then, at a concert where some of the audience is doing something not entirely unlike dancing, those who aren't might be well advised to flee the area of those who are. Depending on what sort of concert.
(Which reminds me that I still haven't posted a report on the night I lost my camera.)
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There are *much* more effective meds than Vitamin I for migraines. No aspersions against Vitamin I intended, long live Vitamin I, hallowed be thy name.