Today marks 14 days since I got sick. At first I blamed it on being tired. Then I came to my senses: I was sick. And not just stomach flu sick, but something living in my belly sick. Symptoms were similar to giardia, but I couldn't fathom where I could have picked that up. The symptoms changed daily, first a few days of severe stomach pains and zero energy, then nausea and zero energy, poo of all shapes and consistencies, then one night I had a fever and woke up soaked in sweat, and all along came my good friend, Billy Bob the Budda Belly. It didn't matter what I ate, a banana would make me feel as bad a ice cream. Salad would give me as bad of gas as a slice of bread.
But most every morning I'd wake up feeling better. I'd convince myself I was on the road to health. I'd eat. I'd ride. I'd tank. I'd curse.
I finally pulled the plug on Vapor Trail, which broke my heart. My mom said I was stupid to let this go so long without seeking medical attention. I've heard the antibiotics for giardia will take years off your life. I've been sticking to garlic, ginger, wormwood and probiotics. Yesterday I stuck to a veggie and fruit diet.
I don't want to jinx it, but it's mid afternoon and my stomach has yet to tank today. I rode this morning and didn't feel like I completely sucked. It's amazing how being sick can put things in perspective. Forget racing, I just want to be able to ride my bike again. Here's to hoping. The leaves are changing and the bucket list is still full.