Got home yesterday and was immediately drafted to help move furnature for the sister-in-law who snagged half a house of nice stuff from a client who is selling her house. With only a pickup truck to work with, we had to make three trips from the house to my basement where we deposited a couple of full-size sofas, one of which we dropped onto my foot, numerous chairs, bookcases, a dresser, TV, etc. Didn't finish up until almost 10:00 and then spent a mostly sleepless night mouth-breathing and taking pseudoephedrine, guiafed and advil.
The morning was warm, though, so I went out intentionally late so as to miss the start of the regular Thursday long ride. The plan was to ride easy until I saw them coming back and then jump in. That way, I figured I'd reduce the chances of ending up in the ER with pneumonia. There was a nice strong tailwind much of the way out, and after expelling large quantities of thick mucous I was feeling OK, but before I got to the parish line my plan was already starting to unravel. First, I saw a fairly large group on its way back, meaning a lot of the guys had turned around early. This has been happening a lot lately. I had also already seen Todd riding his TT bike solo. A few more riders went by in the other direction and I was starting to wonder if anybody had done the long ride. By the time I got to the Luling bridge, I knew the answer. There was nobody in sight, so I resigned myself to a long solo return trip into the increasing headwind. By the time I got home I was feeling much worse all-around.
On the medical front, this sinus infection is not improving measurably. By 11:00 I was feeling achey and feverish and decided it was time to find someone who could write a script for amoxicillin and called the Tulane clinic a block down the street. They offered little help. Nobody could see me. The person on the other end suggested I stop by and see if maybe the nurse-practicioner was available. I did. He/she wasn't. I retreated to my office after a five minute wait for one of the two working elevators and called the uptown family health center. The best they could offer was a 9 a.m. appointment tomorrow morning, so I took it. Then I took a couple of Tylenol tabs. This is really putting a huge kink in my training, coming at precisely the worst possible time.
Yesterday afternoon I got an email from Gina V that started with "I am hurt." It seems that the crash last Saturday punctured the bursa in her elbow and after a trip to the ER and orthopod, the arm's in a sling and she's riding a trainer looking out the window at the beautiful San Francisco weather and hoping she doesn't end up in the hospital getting IV antibiotics.
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