Turns out the exhaustion and subsequent sickness were related and caused by…pneumonia. I honestly couldn’t believe it when the doctor said she thought that’s what was wrong with me. I’d finally dragged myself to the doctor Thursday morning, even though it would mean taking a day of unpaid leave (hooray for getting sick right after starting a new job), because I’d had a fever off and on since Sunday. It seemed to steadily be getting worse as the week went on and I was consistently burning up at that point. I figured I must be on the tail end of the flu but I hoped they could maybe give me something to help break it or lighten up the nausea. She looked in my ears and in my throat was listening to me breathe and she kept telling me to take deep breaths even though I was. I went into a pretty serious coughing fit and she said “I’m pretty sure you have pneumonia.” At this point, my fever was pushing 101 degrees (and I’d taken Advil to bring it down from where it was that morning) and I told her that I thought she was nuts. Young people don’t get pneumonia. How could I have possibly ended up with it? But, thankfully, she forced me to drive directly to Virginia Hospital Center and walk into radiology and demand chest x-rays. So I did. And guess what, my lungs were full of freaking pneumonia. Seriously. It was an epic struggle to convince them to let me go home and not admit me.
So yesterday afternoon and today were spent taking handfuls of antibiotics, laying on the couch, rolling around, shivering and sweating and waiting for my fever to finally break for good. It happened finally. Let me tell you, 6 days is a really freaking long time to have a fever. It was so high last night that I couldn’t even stand the feel of my hair touching my face without crying. It’s been a REALLY long time since I’ve slept haha. I’ve progressively started feeling much better as the day went on and thankfully I think tonight will be a much better night for sleep.
I head back to the doctor on Monday morning (after a rousing weekend of doing absolutely nothing at all) to get more chest xrays and get cleared to go back to work on Tuesday (if you’re counting that’s 3 days of unpaid leave).
I can’t work out for at least two more weeks. My lungs are a mess and I can’t get out of breath at all – and currently walking from my couch to the bathroom is the threshold of what puts me out of breath. If you’re counting – that will mean that between March 17th and April 20th I’ll have worked out exactly once. I’m more than a little concerned about what this will mean for the planned triathlon at the end of May. I’m sure my swimming will have gone completely to crap and I’ve only biked once (notice the once theme going on here). I think it wouldn’t be so stressful if there wasn’t looming training for my first marathon that will start about two weeks after that. I really feel like I need to make a decision soon about whether I can realistically pull the triathlon off without totally sacrificing keeping my running where I need it to be to start training. I guess I have about two weeks to weigh out the pros and cons, but I would love your input! I’m really at a loss and I’m sure I’m overanalyzing it because I’ve done nothing but lay on the couch for 36 hours.
On the bright side, I definitely have the time to get back into a blogging groove. There’s always something to be happy about!