Oh, I have been busy all right, which I usually quite enjoy. But -call me negative if you want- this time round, I could have done with less action.
It started more than three weeks ago with Malo getting ill, one of the many perks of going to day care once a week. Then I caught his nose & throat infection,. Then a sinusitis. As if this was not enough, I was granted a few days later with a massive tooth infection, meaning no running, unless you include in the definition of running that of putting Malo in the car and rushing to the dentist five times in the last 10 days.
Wait, because this is not it.
Last week, the vision of my left eye suddenly got worse. I was told to run (not literally I suspected) to ER by my MD, so I did, but not before making sure Martin could not get jealous of all this activity and having him sprint home to look after Malo.
The ER doctor diagnosed me with yet another infection.
- "And are you sure your right eye does not hurt? because this one is infected, too", he said , sounding quite chuffed at the news he had discovered more than what I came for in the first place.
I had to go back to hospital on the following day, and will have to go back next week. The fact that the appointment will be right at the time when Malo should be, first sleeping, then fed, and that, as last time, I am bound to have to wait for a couple of hours before beeing seen, will no doubt add to the fun.
In the meantime, and in case I was worried of getting a bit restless, I am looking for a job. Which means going to interviews - ideal right after a tooth extraction - and writing CVs, letters and surfing the web - just what the doctor recommends when you're half blind from an eye infection. Maybe should I just stop the job hunt and open a pharmacy: with all the drugs I have recently been prescribed, I surely would already have the level of stock required to get in business.
So I have indeed been running around. Which made me discover one thing: I am a big liar, and when I was saying I love any type of running, this was simply NOT true.
Looking (with the right eye, as the other one can't see a thing) on the bright side, maybe is it better I cannot run, let alone race: all the s*** I am taking would make me test positive at any race's drug test, which hardly seems like the best way to start my running "career" again.
And, since I am feeling cheerful, the second good news is that, when the time comes and I can train again... I am ready!: my Polar came back, and it is working. Whether, after 3 weeks of inactivity, the log-book will tell me anything I want to hear, is another story...