I don’t know what’s going on. Usually people get the flu once a year, maybe twice. Soreness, fatigue, explosive sinus problems, itchy red raw eyes, coughing fits, plagues of phlegm, demonic fevers, then sweats, the flu runs its course and is on its way. I’m experiencing my fourth flu this year, or something like it. I got the flu the last week of February, the middle of March, the second week of April, and now the second week of June. I ran a fever of 103.6 F. I’m worried I have Lyme Disease or one of its variations. It’s just not normal to be this sick.
There were a couple of hours today when i didn’t know what was going on. People were asking me things and showing me things, and I felt like I was on an alien planet. I didn’t have a clue. I took an allergy medication and an ibuprofen – ugh, I hate anelgesics – and managed to reduce the fever and splitting headache. I dread the couch, where I’ll sleep for the third or fourth night now. When I mean sleep zzi mean cough non-stop until 2:30 to 3 am and then wake back up at 6:30 am.
I managed one mile today, which gives me hope. Thanks, Juneathon. It wasn’t bad at all. I rather enjoyed it. There was a tornado watch for most of the evening. I ran empty streets during a lull in the storm before midnight. The wind whistled and hissed through the tree boughs, rolled clumps of sodden green leaves and small limbs up and down the asphalt. As soon as I made it back home the rain picked up again.
I have a 40 mile race on Saturday. It’s going to hurt. I’ll see the doctor next week, try to have another blood test. Going to a new doctor. Well, shit, he’ll probably be old.