There isn't a whole lot to report this week, yeah I know I said I was gonna report every week but I was way to sick to sit up long enough to post last week. If you have caught any of my posts on Facebook, then you know that I was sick, and I mean REAL sick. It all started when I got home from work Friday night two weeks ago; when I went to bed I was exhausted and not in a normal way. During the night I began to get what I describe as the chills, I was cold and shaking even though I felt feverish. This kept me awake most of the night and when I finally fell asleep it was lights out and I woke up late Saturday afternoon. When got up that next day, I was very wobbly and would get light-headed within minutes of standing up. So spent most of the day and the next couple of days laying in bed with fevers, clammy sweating spurts, headaches, etc.
Several doctor appointments, blood tests, one ER visit, and two weeks later I am starting to feel better. Unfortunately, there is no real lead as to who the culprit was that sent me through two weeks of hell. Blood tests and chest x-ray have removed Lyme Disease and Pneumonia as possibilities and the test on West Nile Virus is still pending. I am returning to the family doctor for a follow up, Monday, on the latest round of blood work, with the possibility of going to an infectious diseases specialist to follow.
The "tongue-in-cheek" good news is that I weighed in at 247 at my last doctor appointment. SO I have lost 15 pounds in two weeks and I'm only 5 pounds away from my previous low. I call it joking news because I know that it's a false loss. I was sick and not eating, I had no appetite and was probably a little dehydrated so that number will likely increase as I get better. I have already noticed that my appetite is returning slowly. With any luck I can keep it to a low 250 until I regain my strength and get back into the gym.
Being hurt or sick is really starting to wear me a little thin. I'm trying to stay positive and I keep telling myself that I'll get back to my routine soon, but it really feels like someone is standing over me and just clubbing me with a bat every time I try to get back up from each one of these ordeals. I don't know what's next, I've been emotionally crush, physically broken and now sick as hell there's not left to attack.
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