The Cure May Be Worse Than The Disease…

So it may or may not be an pneumonia. Holding out to see if the wheezing and cracking in the lungs gets better with the antibiotics or not and if I don’t see marked improvement in 48 hours I’ve got a scrip for a chest x-ray. But worse than that, my doctor, who is a runner herself, told me to give it a rest for a day or two before I hit the road once more. She knows that’s a tough prescription for me… but I’m going to try and listen to her. So I’m giving it 24 more hours of non-running. If only I hadn’t vacuumed out that opened peanut butter jar maybe this would be a little easier…

Nah. I’d still be frustrated at the treatment plan.

So given the way I feel, both from illness and mindset at having to wait this crappy illness out without the aid of endorphins and running, I’ve decided I might as well bet the trifecta. I’m working on my taxes and going through boxes an ex-girlfriend recently sent me from when we were together in years past.

If I’m going to feel awful, let’s REALLY feel awful…