I have been febrile (google it). But I seem to be recovering. I have been weak and lost my appetite (when has that ever happened to me? Seriously...). So I went to the Doctor. Along with being a GP he specialises in being a sports doctor. He knows I am training for Ironman. He told me to harden up. I felt better immediately. It annoyed me. Was it all in my head? The sleeping, the fever? The getting light headed in the shower and having to sit down unexpectedly only to get wedged into my unusually small shower cubicle (I never knew I had so many knees and elbows until they were competing for space up my nose)? Damn it, am I becoming the hyperchondriac (I am too sick to know if I spelt that right, help Sarah) I've always held in such disdain?
I am determined to get better in time for the half marathon on Saturday. The aforementioned paragon of medical care is also running. He is whippet lean so I doubt I'll see much of the skamp but at least I'll prove him wrong. Or will I be proving him right? Oh I don't even know!
Well, just watch me, I'll come back better than ever. Or at least hopefully more or less the same.
Until next time, look both ways before crossing the street because people can get confused even on one-way systems.
love
Ironmaiden.
Maybe it's hypOchondriac? I dunno!
ReplyDeleteYou rock. Your New Mexico Fan club is behind you. (You're not a Hypochondriac by the way, you're sick... but you'll be better tomorrow :)
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