Monday, January 6, 2014

I Give Up - I'm Sick

I wish I had a super fun weekend recap post. I guess if you find sitting on the couch and not moving fun, then it was a blast. Unfortunately, my rear end indention on the couch was out of necessity not because I wanted to be parked there.

It started slowly on Thursday with a tickle in my chest and a heaviness. If you have asthma or have had frequent bouts of bronchitis, you probably know the feeling. I thought it was from running in the cold weather. Friday morning's run was another freezing (literally) run with strong northerly winds. I wore my new neck warmer that helped save my chin from frostbite. During the run, my lungs hurt, but I wasn't really having a hard time breathing.

By midday, all bets were off and I was full on short of breath. I wasn't having any sinus drainage or congestion though. I was starting to freak out about blood clots again. I knew I was being paranoid. But that's where my head was. In reality, I was just flat out getting sick.

Saturday I slept until 8:45. Yes, you read that correctly. And I could have slept later. But, I had a run planned. I was going to run with Jason and our friend T. It was damp, cool, dreary out. I started thinking I'd be lucky to get in 5 miles because of how my chest was feeling.

I decided to head out solo. I didn't want anyone to witness the failure I assumed was about to go down. Somehow, I managed to get in 10 miles. They were much slower, not necessarily a bad thing of course. I finished up, put on warm clothes before stretching out. My lungs hurt. Plain and simple. My throat was getting scratchy too.

We ended up going to lunch with our friends C and T. C wasn't feeling so hot either. We didn't stay out long. I immediately put on PJs when I got home while Jason headed out to pick up a couple of movies. I made it through one move, but not very far into the 2nd one. I was in bed, asleep by 8:30.

Sunday morning I didn't get out of bed until after 11. Jason brought up some medicine for me and water. I dozed in and out achy, hot cold hot cold, achy. Finally the medicine started to kick in and I started to wake up. I was starved too.

I stumbled downstairs, made oatmeal and sat on the couch trying to get it down. Time to throw in the towel and admit that I was sick.

This was pretty much where I was all of Sunday and remain today. Maddie and Heath are a-ok with this arrangement though. They have been piled up on me, well, I think it's the cozy blanket they really want, but they're keeping me warm. Which is good considering it was 12 degrees this morning. Guess it's a good day to be too sick for a run.

I will admit that I'm feeling supremely lazy. I know, silly, I'm sick. I know that I'm really sick when I won't even try to do a few household chores. I still feel lazy for it, just being honest. I feel like I should at least be able to do something. Thankfully Jason has been a gem. He's definitely a better caretaker than I am.

And right now, I can't even imagine exercising. That's a huge rarity for me. Sometimes if I'm sniffly, I still think about it at least. Today? Nope, not so much. Not even interested in stretching out, well, except for stretching out on the couch ;-)

How do you know when you're REALLY sick?