No yoga, no weights, no running, no stairmaster, no heavy lifting. And no sex, obviously.
I'm going nutso.
Fact: what would be a vacation if it was self-imposed is frustrating since it's imposed by the gods at Planned Parenthood.
My follow-up is for next Monday, and if the gods deem it right, I'll also get my IUD. And I'll be able to work out.
I feel FINE. Just cranky.