This weekend was a perfect opportunity for the run. Ellie left for Ireland (she's in a wedding over there) on Friday, so she wouldn't have to listen to me talk about how fantastic the run was for endless hours after it was over. Along the same line, I didn't have any obligations this weekend so I could simply enjoy the run and selfishly lay around after it, all dirty and sweaty and smiling and eating ice cream.
Then the weekend came. As I had mentioned, I was getting pretty run down by the end of the week, especially when I tried to run on Thursday and ended up walking. Marcy yelled at me in comment section to suck it up, so I did.*
However, Friday after work I felt crappy again. I had a headache that made my face hurt when I would move my head in any direction. I honestly have no idea when I had previously had a headache. I went through 4 years of chiro school without any illness-related absences. I haven't missed a day of work in a year and a half of practice. Despite all that, though, my head was pounding and it hurt to move my neck all afternoon. Not surprisingly, during dinner with my parents at an Irish restaurant, the headache subsided with a pint of Guinness :)
Saturday morning I woke up with the same headache. And a low back ache. I'm a chiropractor! I don't get low back pain! WTF is going on? I decided I'd postpone the run until late morning or mid-day and see how things went. Unfortunately, things continued to go downhill, and my temp continued to climb, all the way to 102 at one point. Not good. But all hope is not lost. I won't run Saturday, but Sunday I will. I continued to hydrate and eat oranges, bananas, and strawberries.
In bed Saturday night I alternated between sweating fevers in only my underwear and shivering chills in sweatpants and a sweatshirt. Three times during the night I woke up and changed clothes again. Sunday's run was not looking good.
Sunday morning, same old story. Headache. Stiff neck. Sore low back. No energy. Swollen and painful lymph node in my right armpit. Something's not right. Lyme Disease (which had been on my mind since that tick run) became more and more likely in my mind, but its hallmark symptom is erythema migrans, or a bulls-eye rash, which I didn't have. Nonetheless, I knew I needed blood work and scheduled an appt with a doctor friend for Monday afternoon.
Sunday night I drenched the sheets in sweat. Gross.
This morning I still felt like crap. Headache. Stiff back. Chills. But the icing on the cake was provided by a glance in the mirror as I dried myself off from the shower:
Bulls Eye!, complete with an extremely downtrodden and disappointed look on author's face.
While not quite a perfect bullseye, the last part of the diagnosis is now present. Since then, it has become more distict, to the point that the doctor told me he could take a picture for a textbook.
I caught it very early, which bodes well for treatment. It's in early "Stage One" which is best described in all the symptoms I have had the last two days. Stage Two is when it gets more serious, so I'm optimistic to take care of it and get on with it. I guess I can look forward to 4-5 day flare ups like I had this weekend occasionally for the next couple months, but the frequency of the flareups can alter based on personal and immune system health, so I've got an advantage in that respect. I'm leaving to join Ellie in Ireland and England on Friday, so let's just not get a flare up next week...
So now I'm on antibiotics and a couple supplements to boost the immune system, and the running is on hold. If I'm up to it, I may take a Parsenn Pace run or two, but my plans for the fall are definitely on hold for a while. There's a reason for this...I just need to open my eyes up to it!
* I added this sentence just to make you feel bad, Marcy. I only hope Mr McG and your kids get a bit more sympathy :) LOL JK But I DID include my first ever bathroom picture!