I spent the whole week after Cincinnati on a high. I walked into the gym with swagger.
The problem? The coughing that settled in after the test didn’t go away. It got worse.
I suspected I might be getting sick a day or so before the Ergatta, but it didn’t come on strong. The race kicked it in high gear.
The sinus infection reared it’s ugly head and said, “I’m still here!” And no amount of home remedies made it better. I kept getting worse. Constant coughing. Poor sleep. Unable to breathe. Headaches.
This is the third round since November. I visited an ENT Monday but won’t get results of the culture until today. She ordered a special compound of drugs, promising the pharmacy would overnight it. I should have it by Wednesday, she said.
Well, the pharmacy isn’t overnighting it. Priority mail. And it’s not going for pick up until Wednesday. So the earliest I could have it would be tomorrow, but more likely Saturday. Maybe not even until Monday.
So that’s six days from the doctor visit before I get antibiotics. Six days of symptoms growing worse and worse. Six days of workout results growing more terrible because I can’t breathe and it causes headaches.
Six days of coughing. Coughing. Coughing. Nonstop coughing. No medicine works. Not the cough drop diet, not the prescription stuff, not the OTC.
I’m hacking so much an attendant at the Y said she hoped I felt better when I left after Tuesday’s workout.
Now the rib I fractured a few years ago hurts, especially when I cough. The pain worries me enough I’ve stopped erging. Just machine weightlifting circuits and spinning. The last thing I need is a repeat of 2013.
I’m starting to be concerned with my workout plan but I still have time to make it up. After all, I’m not starting from ground zero.
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