Fever pitch
Well, the Danskin Triathlon is tomorrow. I’m supposed to be in it, but thanks to the flu I’m out. On Wednesday - day 1 of fever and serious back pain - I went to the doctor.
“I admit I’m here for totally selfish reasons. I’m supposed to do the Danskin on Sunday.” (without missing a beat, doctor says:)
“Let’s test you for anything at all we can treat and see what we can do.”
(usually he advocates for letting things run their course when we’re this early into a fever, but he knows how hard I’ve been working for this.)
Nose swab, urine tests, throat swab. Long waiting. More waiting. Lots of waiting.
“I’m sorry, no UTI, no strep, and the flu bug you’ve got isn’t going to respond to tamiflu. All you can do is sleep as much as possible, eat chicken soup and see what happens. Here’s a prescription for the nasty cough you’re going to develop.”
Sigh.
SIGH….
Sigh.
So, home I went, feeling totally crappy. I slept lots and lots on Wednesday and Thursday. Friday was better, but my throat was still sore and I felt just a hair better than truck-crushed. I sent in my deferral to the Danskin, and they’ll reserve me a spot for 2010.
On a COMPLETELY different note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO RICH!!! 6/6/66! go hellboy! 