Posts Tagged ‘Tonsillitis

11
Apr
10

optimism…pah!

Mercury Rising – Feeling Grim Up North – Bus Stop First Aid

I ended my last post with the words “I have booked myself a hotel… with a gym and a swimming pool and will use that for a little R&R… and might get out for a run before the week is out”.

I was obviously feeling pretty positive when I typed those words… I blame the antibiotics for giving me a false sense of well-being. The Manchester trip was scheduled for Wednesday, I was finishing the antibiotics on Tuesday so should be fighting fit by the following evening, right? Wrong!

I finished the antibiotics Tuesday lunchtime and by 8pm, my temperature had returned and I was feeling decidedly unspectacular. With a four hour drive to Manchester planned for the following morning, I took loads of paracetamol and skulked off to bed. Wednesday morning and, feeling much better, I set off for 2 days in The North at a little before 7am., arriving in Manchester at 11am to find people already packing the pubs as Manchester United were playing Bayern Munich that evening. Starting drinking at 11am for a football match that kicks off at 7.45 really must take some stamina and I struggle to understand both why and how people manage this!!

To cut a long (and not very interesting) story short, I checked into my hotel later that afternoon, temperature rising again, got myself something to eat, took more paracetamol and resigned myself to an early night – no gym, no treadmill. About 3a.m., I woke, drenched in sweat – I hoped it was the last of the illness leaving me – turned over and went back to sleep.

Feeling much better since, and presuming I was right and that I was cured, I decided to get out for a run today. Unwisely, I went for a familiar 11km route, felt OK to begin with but tired quickly and never reached the point where my lungs felt like they were “opening up” so subsequently found it quite a struggle. That coupled with me trying for a fast(ish) finish, picking up the pace for the last few hundred metres, reaching the bus stop where my route ends only to find that I had pushed myself too far. Everything went a bit dark and swirly and I found I quickly needed to lay flat on my back on the concrete, feet up on bus stop bench to stop me from passing out. WILL I EVER LEARN?? Clearly not…

So… I have learnt that after 3 weeks of no running and recovering from Tonsillitis, it is probably best if you don’t go straight out and try and run 11km.

I may try another shorter run mid-week and then I think I’ll stick to a leisurely pace for the Hertford 10km next Sunday.

Soundtrack to this post: Disposable Heroes Of Hiphoprisy – Television (The Drug Of The Nation)

05
Apr
10

struck down

Doctor, Doctor – But I Had Them Out When I Was A Child – Grim Up North

I hadn’t been feeling right since returning from Lisbon. If the truth be known – since before I left for Lisbon – but I was in a state of denial because if I didn’t admit I wasn’t feeling well, then I must be OK, right?

So after returning to the UK and to work and feeling myself get progressively more sluggish each day, I woke last Sunday with a raging temperature, a headful of some horrific, sticky liquid and the sensation that someone was standing on my eyes. I spent the next 36 hours flitting between short periods of nightmare filled sleep and uncomfortable stretches of conciousness where I wanted desperately to be asleep again. Finally, I managed to get my temperature under control and packed myself off to the doctor to discover that I had Tonsillitis. Sent on my way with a sick note and handful of Penicillin, I spent the next 3 days in and out of bed feeling sorry for myself.

I hate being ill and am fortunate in that it doesn’t happen very often. Since I starting running, I have found that the Migraines that I used to get about once a month now occur only about twice a year and any coughs and colds usually only make it to the initial stages before being banished by my immune system. Also, I assume that the horrible post-illness-shuffling-around-catching-your-breath feeling is similar to the creeping symptons of age+poor lifestyle+inactivity that seems to be becoming more prevelant amongst anyone over the age of about 35. And I want to keep that at bay for as long as possible as I dislike not feeling strong enough to run, cycle, swim, climb etc. whenever the mood takes me.

I haven’t as yet been able to get out and run but did attempt some free-weights today which left me feeling shaky and a little bit sick. Once that wore off, I felt better than I have done for a couple of weeks so will try and get a few more sessions in over the week. I have to spend 1 night this week in the North Of England, which I dislike intensely (apologies to anyone from, or fond of, Manchester – but it is horrible), so have booked myself a hotel 20 miles out of town with a gym and a swimming pool and will use that for a little R&R once the days work is done. With any luck, I might even shake off the lingering cough and get out for a run before the week is out.

Soundtrack to this post: Elbow – Grounds For Divorce




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