Trouble in Paradise
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
I thought I had planned everything very well for the eleven days I would be dog sitting for my son while he and his fiancť were in Malaysia. It had been two months since Iíd last done so at my place, but now I was staying at my sonís condo in San Francisco, watching Baguette again.
Well, you can plan and plan all you want but sometimes things have a way of turning out differently. Take for instance the mild sore throat I had the first day over at my sonís. I thought nothing of it, thought it had to do with lack of sleep the past two days. I ran that morning on The Embarcadero towards the AT&T Ballpark. It was a gorgeous day. The next day, I was scheduled for my last Hep B shot. The doctor recommended I get my tetanus/whooping cough shot at the same time so that I wouldnít have to come back. Sure, I thought, good idea.
The day after those shots, my sore throat stopped being mild and turned into a raging hot torch in my throat. I felt sluggish. My arm was so sore I could have been shot by a handgun instead of a needle for all the pain I endured in that arm. I was irritable. The rest of the week I got progressively worse. I was sluggish, my head ached, my throat burned, my nose was constantly running and I couldnít sleep on the left side where theyíd inoculated me. I was an emotional wreck. Baguette and I watched a lot of films.
Still, I walked every day. I did not do my runs because it would have been too difficult running and blowing my nose. Plus my throat was sore for a week. Baguette was as good as could be. He is a well-trained dog. Loves people and got a lot of attention when I took him on walks. A couple of times I took him to the dog park. He had a ball.
Today, Iím running again for the first time since I returned to my place. Iíve gained a couple of pounds which is understandable. I broke my routine. I still have the sniffles but nothing like last week. This was a good lesson for me, though. I tend to think that people who donít do well on the program donít plan well, and that just isnít so. Things come up. We can control only so much.