I wrote in my last post that I was finally well. That was premature.
Right after that my daughter was in a wedding party in Syracuse, NY when she became ill. She called me saying she was in the hospital and needed me to drive and pick her up. I hopped in my car and drove six and a half hours and picked her up. She would be ok but she needed to take her medicine and rest. I wanted to get a motel but she just wanted to get home. Anything for her so I drove home, stopping a couple times at rest areas for twenty minute naps. I left home at eleven in the morning and got home at four thirty in the morning. I was beat.
The trip exhausted me so much that the coldbola that I had came back with a vengeance. I was back to waking up coughing up a lung in the middle of the night. I guess it is harder at 58 to recover that it did at 25
I’m ok and as I write this big fat flakes of snow are falling here in LaGrange. I have set-up my trainer and will be on the bike today and every day that I can’t get on the road. It’s been a tough year but I’m optimistic. It feels great to be well. I wonder how long before I take it for granted again.