So I’m definitely stuck thinking about the platitude, “when life gives you lemons…make lemonade.” This last year or so has thrown a LOT of health issues at me.
Last October I had the knee sprain at Baltimore half which I was told would compromise my ability to ever run, even at my slowness, again. Celtic Solstice was my first race back and I’ll be running my 3rd this coming Saturday. If I walk this one, it’s because I’m supporting people, not because I have to. I’ve overcome that hurdle pretty well since then and slowly plodded my way through two marathons…acting as support for my 30:30 girls as we made it, and that doesn’t count all the short stuff or the training runs to get there. My knees still hurt, but I know run without braces thanks to Galloway. I have a VERY full race schedule next year and I am STOKED! Especially because some should include my track baby, Byron, and my 30:30 partner in crime, Andi. She may even get me to run a 3rd marathon despite all my other plans….we’ll see if I’m up for Richmond.
This August the SIPE hit at Luray and I was actually officially diagnosed by a pulmonary specialist after an echo-cardiogram to rule out any heart issues. I’ve been rather aquaphobic since and not having the Baltimore Tri to do due to the weather made it all too easy to stay that way. Plus I had running to concentrate on…until Megan went and signed up for IM Augusta 70.3, and I remembered that 26.2 was just a step to 70.3. So I signed up, too. I have over 9 months to prep and this is a VERY friendly swim course w/ current, so I’m trying not to worry.
Then in October it was time to play with the psych meds. I think either the Lamictal or the Wellbutrin has puttered out. I’m just not doing as well as I have before. My energy level sucks ass. My shrink is tentative to play with switching the meds, so we went up in dose on the Wellbutrin. I’m not seeing a real change, so it may be time for something new come my next appt.
I got hit by a MASSIVE migraine last month that put me down for about 8 days straight. The positive of being on the Wellburtrin is that I can now take Imitrex…the negative is that the Imitrex was not an instant cure. Taking Imitrex and having a shot of Toradol (like liquid advil…right to the buttcheek!) still didn’t kick the bastard for about a week. I think my run that weekend did me the most good, but I can’t just go run 9 miles in the middle of the day when my head starts to hurt. I’ve been pretty clear since then though, so here’s hoping the migraine monster is sleeping.
The last medical malady came on Thursday into Friday…I broke out in a wicked rash for no good reason. I haven’t used any new products or eaten anything odd. The big worry for anyone on Lamictal is the “Lamictal rash,” because it can cause all sorts of fun like skin necrosis and death. So the PCP took me off my Lamictal and gave me Prednisone, and I’m also taking OTC antihistamines. Woo fun. My energy is even shittier and I don’t know if it’s the Benadryl, the lack of Lamictal, or the poor sleep an itchy person gets when she’s a rashy mess.
But frankly…life is still pretty decent. I have my amazeballs dog and she turns 5 on Tuesday. She went birthday shopping on Saturday after hanging out at school while I ran an AP session. I have a similarly amazeballs boyfriend who is riddled with his own issues, but is one of the only people I trust to scratch my back in my current state. He has worse allergy/skin issues than I do. He has yet to give me Christmas ideas and for that I kinda want to bop him…but he is a boy and they are a pain. Worse comes to worse, we drive to State or WVU and I buy him stuff there. =) My roommate is her only darling brand of crazy and we agree that we hate people on the regular. Her crazy Chi isn’t terrible when I pup-sit, so I can’t bust on Smithers too badly either. He and Mira take turns irking the crap out of each other, but that is the way of canine dominance I suppose. They bond bitching at the squirrels who taunt them on the power lines. I have awesome purple hair and a fab stylist to thank for it. I have tattoo plans to commemorate Philly (wanted to do it this weekend…too bad I had to break out in this damn rash!) and hope to get back to Adam for some work on my back over the holiday break. School is tiring, but good on the whole, minus that I’ll be losing my intern of wonder this week. She has been phenomenal!
So, yeah….life can keep tossing me lemons…I like lemonade a whole lot. Since May of 2014 I’ve learned that I’m tougher than I ever thought when I have the right supports behind me. So as long as you all are out there and my attitude stays in the positive 90 or more percent of the time, I should be good. Plus, as “Breakeven” plays on iTunes, I know I always have my angel looking out for me. It’s hard to roll around in self-pity when you know that one will never let you sink too low for too long. Love you, Matty! Back to work…I have a week to plan.