That was new,,,
Long(ish) day at the J.O.B. thingy. Outside work, where I am usually safely indoors doing my thing. Not comfortably cool, but not exposed to massive attacks by Sol. (And the flip side of that coin, in winter its an icebox, but the wind is outside, not in (mostly),,,)
‘Thought ‘ I took plenty of fluids, and had none remaining when the cut-off point came, so I was drinking. But the weird came while returning to the shop. My hands started cramping.
Then upon arrival to shop, park truck and get my tools to my personal Buffalo, my legs cramped: HARD!!!! This was NOT a Charlie horse, though it hit in similar fashion; like lightning out of a clear blue sky. By the time I made to Buffalo, my pain levels were insane. Hard enough that I started feeling physically ill. I squated down (seemed to help ease the pain) and just waited for the nausea to pass. Even then, getting pack upright was a medieval torture like the rack. Sat my ass down in Buff, and waited till things felt a little less “intense “.
I’m guessing I wasn’t hydrating properly and my electrolytes were out of balance. Even now, sitting here, my feet keep giving little twinges like they are ready to take on twisted and deformed shapes. I’m sipping water and a Gatorade, both, trying ease my system back towards normal. The legs and hands are settled down now.
This is why I hate field work,,, I’m getting too old for this shit,,,🤯🤯🤯