B to BMay 21, 2007
Hello, kids! I've missed you. Sorry for causing alarm. I am, in fact, still sick, and I believe I've been struck with the chronic tonsillitis again. I accidentally went off antibiotics for about 24 hours this weekend, and I got sick again last night, sore throat, white spots, fever, bleah. It's not a normal strep, and it's not mono, but the Epstein Barr virus IS active in me, and that can cause this kind of thing, I've learned.
Totally has me all bummed out. I think what will probably happen when I see the ear-nose-throat doc is that s/he'll confirm that it's chronic, and that my newly regrown and huge tonsils will have to come out again. And it was the MOST awful surgery the first time around. But this is pretty awful in and of itself. I'm just not me. I'm exhausted all the time, can only sit on the couch and watch TV or read, and that completely brings me down, which isn't a place I like to be. Activity contributes to making me happy, I will admit that, and I haven't been able to do anything much for about three weeks.
But today I'm back on the antibiotics, and I worked some of last week, about 36 hours, although it was hard and I was weak and puny. I got up at 4:30am on Saturday and did my whole 12 hour shift, which was necessary, but it meant that I couldn't go see Bjork with knitting pals (although sister Christy got my ticket, and she actually likes Bjork more than I do, so that worked out). And I wanted to do something SO bad on Sunday morning, but I refused to decide if I'd be able to until I woke up yesterday morning.
I woke up, took an inventory of my body, and felt better than I had in weeks. So I got all dressed and picked up my sister and we ran the Bay to Breakers!
Ahem. I will admit that I never know my own limits.
That said, I had a WONDERFUL time. I've never run it before, and it was soooo fun. It's a 12k (7.5 mile) race that goes from downtown SF, at the Bay, across the entire city to the ocean. 60,000 people run in costume, or in nothing, and they throw corn tortillas in the hour before the race, while you're lining up. Bands line the route, and block parties are the norm. People drink beer while running, or buy cups of hard lemonade from budding entrepreneurs along the way. All the bars are open. And while I knew about the crazy antics of the runners (my favorite was, of course, the group dressed as salmon, running against the flow of traffic, upstream, yelling "Spawn or die! Spawn or die!"), I had no idea what a party it was along the route. Even the spectators dress up! We passed toga parties and superhero parties, and heavy metal bands set up on rooftops, parties that looked like they'd been going since the night before. It was too much fun.
We walked the Hayes St. Hill, as the majority did, and here's what it looked like behind us (naked guy is actually made mostly decent by his balloon-strings):
We didn't expect or need to reach the finish line -- I hadn't run in over a month, what with being sick and all -- so we just walked a lot, and shuffled a little run when it was downhill (which was a LOT of the time -- we ran way more than we thought we would, just because it was easy). I have blisters today, and various aches and pains, and like I said, I'd forgotten my antibiotics for two doses, so last night I was sick again, and today I'm worn out and a little feverish, but it was worth it. We crossed the finish line triumphantly -- o how I love a finish line -- and then went to meet friends at the big meetup, Footstock. It was my first time doing anything like that with Christy, and we had the most wonderful time. And while I'm tired today, and still fighting this throat thing, I'm so glad I went. So very, very glad. I feel more like me again.
Lala just called and I told her I was blogging, since I hadn't in a long time. She said, "yeah, when I'm blogging more than you, there's a problem." So, hi, y'all. How are you?
(DUDE! I just checked results, and I came in 17,140th place! Christy was 17,139th! Out of 60,000? Whoa! And we were going pretty darn slowly! I should run with drunk people more often. That's rad.)