I was having a pretty good summer, really. Running fairly strong, doing more cross-training than ever before in an effort to stay healthy and avoid over-use injuries. Even (gasp!) eating fairly healthy foods. Seemed I was checking all of the right boxes.
Then, boom! One kid with the sniffles crosses my path, and within a day or so I'm laid out in bed with a fever, chills, hacking cough, and blinding headaches. Argh!
These little tiny things called viruses are truly amazing things. Get a couple into your system on the wrong day and you might as well have hit yourself repeatedly with a hot brick. I was a wreck for 3-4 days, then dragged myself (stubbornly) out for a short jog ... which of course knocked me right back down for 3 more days (we runners are a stupid lot, aren't we? Thinking we can "run it out of us". Sigh.).
Now, at day 11, I'm finally feeling almost myself again. Not 100% , but darned close. It's amazing how strong and capable we can feel one day, and then down and out the next. Over and over again, we forget how fragile we are.
And this is one of my favorite songs, too, Stevie.
Yikes! Sounds a bit like influenza with the rapid onset and symptoms. Glad to hear you are recovering.
ReplyDeleteI'm no doctor - although I'd play one on TV if I ever get discovered - still I think I agree with your diagnosis Dr. Wildknits. I can't remember having spasmodic chills like that since I was a little kid, and whatever it was seemed to infect just about every square millimeter of my body. Darn germs!
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