October 7th, 2013
Yikes. The last three days where a nightmare. Feeling SO relieved that today is Monday! Or maybe just that today is the day that I feel better than I HAVE been for the last three days.
A very nice bike ride with Hill and Sam on Thursday. Before and after which we got some good Fast Boy Cycles jersey promo shots! I got home from that ride feeling, at first, just that wonderful post ride endorphin driven high/tired. As the day wore on, though, it turned into just plain old tired. In the afternoon I went down to the pool hall to shoot for an hour or so, and to pick up some film that I had dropped off for processing . A roll that I ran through the hasselblad in Glen’s hotel room. (Also swung through little Korea on 32nd to pick up some groceries for dinner). While I was out and about it started to really hit me. I found myself nodding off at the pool hall. I made it home, though. I cooked dinner with MySam who wanted to learn to make one particular Thai dish that I often make (Sam did most of the work). Was VERY happy to get to bed.
Friday morning is when the shit hit the fan so to speak. A slow start to begin with. I woke up late. I was hurting everywhere. But flu like, not really post ride like. An irrigation morning. But I didn’t get started until rather late. Almost noon, if I remember. It didn’t go well at all. I filled myself up with LITERS of water and then just sat and waited. Dozing off on the toilet between unproductive painful spasms.. No idea what was going wrong. Eventually.. after 3 hours or so, I lost patience. I showered off.. but left the irrigation sleeve on with a knot tied in the end, knowing that eventually something had to come out. I put on a towel and went back to bed. Exhausted. Body hurting. Abdomen hurting. Fell fast asleep. Got out of bed at around 9:00 to eat a half a bowl of chicken soup that Hill made.
Saturday I’m not sure I ever really got out of bed. I mean, not for more than 15 or 20 minutes at a time. Simply could NOT wake up. Body was hurting like I’d been beaten with baseball bats. It all felt very much like the flu. Maybe it WAS the flu!? I’m not sure if it was Saturday or Friday.. or maybe both that Hill spent most of the day working in bed right next to me, just because I needed her close. Indian Take out for dinner and an Iron Man 3 viewing. Then. Back to sleep.
Yesterday was like a repeat of friday only worse. Hill brought me coffee at 10!!!??? How the HELL did I sleep until 10?! I couldn’t drink it. Had to take break through pain meds and lie down.. fell back asleep. When I woke up it was afternoon. And I still had to irrigate. Didn’t get out of the bathroom until nearly 4:30, and only then because I had simply run out of patience once again, (and had run out of good one pocket matches to watch). Utterly infuriated. Scared. Confused. Back to bed. This time more out of shear frustration than actual fatigue. Three days lost to me. More time spent asleep than awake. Whole body hurting.. some of the usual suspects, but mostly brand new pains that I have no explanation for. What on earth is happening to me!?
This morning I’m feeling quite a lot better (I’m hoping that maybe it WAS just the flu). And a good thing too, because this afternoon at 1:00PM the first round of pill flasks are scheduled to go on sale. I see no reason not to make that happen!! It’ll cheer me up to actually DO something, after three days of being too tired to even string together a coherent sentence!
SO. At precisely 1:00 PM be sure to check the FOR SALE tab at fastboycycles.com to get yours! I will spend the afternoon packing them up! For those of you encouraging me to rest, rest.. take it easy.. watch a movie.. just relax and enjoy yourself.. spend time with the ones you love.. Don’t worry about us, or about the pill flasks, or jerseys, or fast boy saddles (wait..what did he say?), I really appreciate it.. I do. But it’s not how I’m wired. I’ll write a special post just about this very soon.
At any rate. Pill flasks. 1:00PM Today. HERE
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