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…