I’ve been sick for almost 2 weeks. This has been so frustrating and so humbling. I just don’t get sick and I’m not a good sick person — I’m kind of like a guy in that way.
Two weeks ago, hubby and I flew to Chicago and then traveled up to Lake Geneva, Wisconsin for my cousin Amanda’s wedding. It was fun to see family, but it was busy, somewhat stressful, and I was surrounded my germs. At the time, I thought nothing of it. I should have been a bit more attentive to the surrounding sniffles and coughs, but remember, I don’t get sick. We flew back on Sunday, enjoyed our First Anniversary on that Monday and then I was back to work on Tuesday. That day, the tickle in my throat started. I coughed to fight off the tickle.
In the midst of it all, I was preparing to do a Half Ironman on Saturday, May 7.
On Thursday, I woke up feeling bad so I knew I needed to hurry up and get myself to a doctor. I went to the Urgent Care before work and was told that I most likely had a virus, but the doctor gave me a prescription — just in case. Thank the Lord he did this because the next day I was positive I had infection — you know, colored snot and such.
At this point, I know that there it is highly likely that I am going to get worse, but Friday night I proceed to pack up my triathlon gear and I start crying as I’m packing because I know that I am packing for no reason. I’m not going to race. I’m not going to race after 5 months of training.
And here I am, one week later and I’m still sick. And I developed another infection. And the antibiotics make me sick.
God help me. I am so over this.
So due to being sick and not being able to make myself feel better, I am forced to accept my mortality and the fact that I can only rest and take care of myself the best way I know how. I also have to let my husband take care of me and he does this so well.
It’s Saturday and I should be doing some sort of a workout, but I’m sitting on my couch watching Bethenny Ever After on dvr and I’m blogging for the first time in about 3 months! So maybe there’s a silver lining in feeling like s**t.
