Though some days have been better than others, I feel like I've been under the weather since early November. Last Friday, I waved the white flag and went to the doctor because, while I didn't have a fever, every gland in my body was swollen. It felt lumpy and funny in my ears when I swallowed. I was sure that something must be infected. Compounding all of this, I've been exhausted -- way overexhausted, considering that Dash is sleeping better than usual. So, I went to see the sports medicine doctor that drew me to this regional family practice to begin with when I pulled my intracostal muscles last year.
And this quack young doc proceeded to scare the bejeezus out of me. He felt all of my glands, and they were all swollen -- front and back of my neck, under my arms, around my groin. The fun was just starting though. He started tapping on my stomach, and he offered up some "hmmms." His diagnosis? Mono. My spleen didn't feel enlarged at the time, but he drew two huge vials of blood nonetheless to rule out everything from suspected mono to strep to The Dread Disease and everything in between.
If one has mono, one life sucks a lot more than being tired, as one's spleen is in danger of rupture. This would mean no snowboarding, no tennis, no gym, no fun for at least six weeks. This would mean limited physical contact with Dash, who is a fan of kicking, headbutting and general violence horseplay.
The call just came in, and, of course, I do NOT have mono. The doc still thinks I don't need antibiotics. Just rest, rest, rest. Rest with a drive to Vermont and Santa coming for two kids. Rest with my snowboarding clinic starting a week from today. In all fairness, the Guv has been taking excellent care of me and letting me rest as much as I need, and au pair Maria cares for Petunia while I nap with Dash. But something just doesn't feel right, still, because I had a similar thing last year at this time when I was sick for two months straight. When I do everything right -- eat well, sleep well, exercise, take vitamins -- this just shouldn't happen. So, I figure, I'll do the opposite when next November rolls around. I'll pop some champagne and sustain myself on chocolates. I think that'd help. Heck, might as well start now...!
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