Coffee helps

Yesterday was a physically draining day. It was that time again for the yearly female exam, when they do all sorts of unspeakable things to various body parts and then send you on your way with only the promise of one follow-up phone call. You'd think they would at least offer to buy dinner. Especially after a twelve-hour fast, necessary because when they check your blood evidently you're not supposed to have any nutrients in it. But I fasted as instructed. I can never watch the blood-drawing process. The thought makes me light-headed. But the worst part was, without a doubt, the fast. No coffee? Are they out of their minds?! My appointment was at noon, but I was able to go in early and have the blood drawn so I could get on with the coffee intake. I should have just had them hook up a coffee IV while they had the needle in. I told the receptionist I was three hours early for my appointment because I wanted to end the fast, and she said that was fine, and then she added that most people bring coffee into the office with them so they can take a drink immediately after the needle exits their arm. Are we a country of over-caffeinated addicts or what? I'm not that bad though. My coffee was in the car.

Since I was poked and prodded in all sorts of medicinal ways yesterday, I figured that was reason enough not to workout. My body had been through plenty. Then last night Angela and I watched Cinderella Man, and that experience nearly gave me whiplash. We were snuggled up on the couch (with all four dogs...sometimes I don't know how we all fit), and I had my head on her shoulder. Angela is not the type that can sit still and watch a movie, so sometimes this turns into quite a challenge. She's INTO it. Since this was a boxing movie, every time she wanted Russell Crowe to hit his opponent with a right cross, she jerked, and every time she wanted him to duck she ducked. My head bounced right along with her sudden movements, and during the final championship fight when he ends up bloody, exhausted, and nearly defeated, I too felt like I had been tossed about for ten-plus rounds. Why not move my head? That would have been a detriment to the quality time. Physical sacrifice is worth it sometimes.