We had a trial yesterday. Trials don’t happen very often in my line of the law, and so when they do it is a big deal. We worked all last week and all Sunday afternoon to be prepared. I was at the courthouse at 8:15 to get someone to show me the multimedia. Trial was suppose to start at 10 but didn’t start till around 11 because the judge was trying to clear his criminal calendar, which meant all the ADAs and PDs and lots of attorneys were at the courthouse, which is always fun and made me miss being in court.
We picked a jury, went to lunch, argued a motion and won, and started the case. All the sudden it was 4 pm. The Plaintiff’s attorney was still on his first witness. Then inadmissible evidence was introduced, the jury was quickly ushered out and the judge declared a mis-trial. AGGGHH. I find this intensely frustrating. Regardless, I was back at my office around 5, and left from there to go to a happy hour for our paralegal’s birthday. I had a glass of wine and a beer over the course of about two hours. I got home around 8 and decided to go for a jog. It was really pretty and I felt like it was starting to cool off (it was only 89 degrees with 100% humidity).
I ran about three miles, with some good hills, and ended my run right at the house, put briscoe on a leash and walked her for about a mile. At happy hour I munched on a couple of snacks, and when I finally finished working out in the heat I was anything but hungry. It was getting late, I took a shower and watched tv and ate a bowl of cereal for dinner. I didn’t sleep well.
This morning I ate a Z bar and drank coffee. When I got to the office I realized I’d left my water bottle at home (nerds!) which was fatal mistake number 2 (number 1 was going for a 4 mile workout after drinking wine and eating potato skins).
Fatal mistake number 3 occurred at lunch. We went to picadilly cafeteria. I don’t like this place, but my partners do, and I’ve gotten to the point where I always get the baked chicken and mac and cheese and green beans and I’m safe. Well today, I didn’t feel like chicken. I was HUNGRY! And I got the chicken pot pie.
I should have known this was a poor choice because it was sort of creamy and rich looking and I haven’t been tolerating rich food well as of late. But I wasn’t thinking.
So after lunch, things went from bad to worse. I started to cramp and sweat and shake. Even my toes were cramping. I had to come home around 2 and lay on the cool bathroom tile. I never actually got sick, even though I would have given anything to have just thrown up and felt better.
I’ve been trying to choke down gatorade and ginger ale all afternoon. I’ve been eating saltines. I keep thinking I feel better so I get up to do something and I just feel weak as water. I must feel better tomorrow. I must.
We’ve had a very mild summer so far and it was much hotter yesterday than it has been. I’m not in excellent shape. I haven’t been working out enough to go out and run in the heat like that, especially not after drinking wine. I know better.
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