In nursing school, we learned that if a patient is getting a med or blood in her IV and she has a bad reaction to it, your first priority is to stop the infusion. Part of fixing the problem is keeping it from getting worse. It seems obvious, but sometimes in noisy situations the simplest, most obvious solution gets lost. I’m pretty sure that is why the instructors drilled it into us. It’s a panacea.
I think about stop the infusion a lot, actually. Cutting up the credit cards, backing down from an argument, and putting the preschooler to bed are all examples of stopping the infusion. As is going to the gym...
In the meantime, I no longer feel like I’m going to drown while swimming laps. (Or “laps” as my 9yo daughter likes to say, complete with air quotes -- because she’s condescending.) I can make it through a step class without spending half the time marching in place and the other half watching the clock. And my back no longer aches every morning in that dooming, future-Percocet-addict kind of way. Zero pounds lost is not the whole story.
Oh, and I am happy to report that my supernatural tailors haven’t returned lately to take in my pants while I sleep. I don’t think they like the smell of gym clothes.