Generally speaking I don’t get sick for very long, but I’ve made getting pneumonia a yearly ritual over the past two years. Well, make it three. It started out a few days before Christmas with a scratchy throat, overnight that would become full blow flu complete with 101 fever, cough, chills and the general feel of being struck by a large motor vehicle of your choice.
I was surprised by just how fast it hit me. They say it’s a bad flu season and that the flu shot is ineffective against this specific type of flu (not that it matters, I never get a flu shot anyway) As the day wore on it became impossible to keep anything down, but in an attempt to keep my spirits up I thought I might actually drop a couple pounds as a result…nope, only I could be heaving my cookies and gain weight!
On Christmas Eve I went to a local Stat Care, I wanted to be sure if I went to Christmas Eve service I wouldn’t infect the entire congregation. The nice doctor informed me that I was on the mend and was no longer contagious. This was good news! He was 100% wrong about me being on the mend, but hopefully he was right about not being contagious!
I felt marginally better on Christmas, but by the day after I could hardly get out of bed. My throat felt like I’d swallowed crushed glass and my lungs were now a real problem. I’d like to say the whole breathing thing is overrated, but it’s really not!
Needless to say workouts were out of the question! There’s a metal battle that goes on when you “can’t” go to the gym! You want to go to the gym, but you know you shouldn’t both for your own health and the health of everyone else there. You can be sick as a dog, but you will tell yourself you’re ok, you can do this, then you try to stand up and nearly fall over!
What’s funny is you could have the most God awful workout planned that under normal circumstances you’d try to find any excuse not to do, but as soon as you’re really unable to do it, you want it more than anything!
Over the next couple of days some things improved, like the sore throat and my ability to eat solid foods again, but other things got worse. My lungs were still on fire and I developed a cough that I thought was going to break my ribs. And so began my 3rd year in a row with pneumonia.
Having been through this a couple of times I know the best thing for me is lots of rest and fluids. And in case I forget I have numerous family and friends that remind me. You see, they all know me, really know me. They know that the minute I feel at all better I will go back to life as normal. And of course they’re right, I felt “better” and decided to go to the gym, this was not my brightest move, but hey, I got in 3 of my workouts from the week! All I was missing was my swims. I had grand delusions of getting those in the next day! Yea, that didn’t happen, as stupid as I may or may not be, I was smart enough to know that swimming when I couldn’t take a deep breath was not going to end well for me.
By the start of week two I was starting to go stir-crazy. KBW gave me workouts for the week, but they are nothing crazy, no cardio work, a few lifts and some yoga (we’ll get to that later). My goal was still to run a New Year’s Eve 5k, but KBW shut that down and also put some limitations on my other workouts (yes, I whined a little). She seems to have figured out that I’m just bullheaded enough to do something stupid just out of frustration (like run a 5k in 17 degree weather while getting over pneumonia) But contrary to common belief I do what I’m told (occasionally!)
Hopefully I’ll be good to go in a few more days! =)