And by deload, I mean no load.
Haven’t posted to this blogspot in a while and there’s a reason for that. I’ve been sick as a dog (mournful howl).
It all started last Monday when I agreed to take the day off to watch my grandkids. My almost one-year-old granddaughter had come down with a cold during the first week she and her brother were at daycare (the nest of all evil diseases). All went pretty well and I made it through the day.
On Tuesday, I went back to work. Guess what? I had some mild cold symptoms. I never get really sick, at least not for the past several years, so I wasn’t concerned. Left work and headed to an appointment with my eye doc. After that, my son (Uncle Mikey) called saying he needed a ride home from work (his car is in the shop).
Picked him up, chit-chatted on the way home. Felt OK.
Got home. Got the chills.
My wife, being frugal, doesn’t keep the temp below 78 degrees during the summer, so it wasn’t that. I just started shivering. Got a sweater and hung on for dear life.
My granddaughter was in about the same shape, puking up everything.
My wife and my (other) son (the children’s Dad) took her to a doc-in-the-box.
I got steadily worse.
Supposedly, granddaughter had an ear infection, but my son thought the P.A. who did the diagnosing was an idiot. Nevertheless, she came home armed with a formidable array of medications.
That was Tuesday evening. I’ll spare you the drama that comes with divorced parents “dealing” with this sort of crisis, but it was something I didn’t have the energy or time to deal with. Mercifully, it ended and I went to bed.
Wednesday. Not only did I feel like heck but a strong sneeze started my nose bleeding, my “problem” nostril.
Some years back, I got a nose bleed that never stopped. Turned out a vessel way the heck up my right nostril had popped. I got to wear a nose tampon for a few days and then an Ear, Nose, and Throat (ENT) guy burned a match up my nose (what a unique experience) to seal the deal. Actually, he had to do it again later since he didn’t get the breach at the very top.
That’s what I figured happened to me (again). From Wednesday to Friday, every time I sneezed or coughed strongly, my nose would bleed. I could usually stop it after 10 or 15 minutes.
Friday afternoon, I sneezed and it didn’t stop. All I could do was lean over a sink and drip a lot. If I tried to block it or put pressure on, I’d just leak into the other nostril and then down my throat. Yuk.
Meanwhile, the rest of us were dealing with our symptoms differently. My grandson and his Dad were least affected, followed by his Uncle. My wife and I were hit hard.
Friday afternoon, I got another “tampon” jammed up my nose and the P.A. was anything but gentle (fortunately, it wasn’t my first time). Today, on Father’s Day, I got the thing removed and so far, nothing’s bleeding. Blowing my nose very, very gently is a roll of the dice.
Even if I didn’t have a nose bleed that could be set off at the drop of a hat, my disease consumed carcass shouldn’t see the inside of a gym or anyplace where there are a lot of people. No one needs what I’ve got.
Meanwhile, “patent zero,” as I call my granddaughter, seems to be recovering. She still wakes up in the middle of the night, but her Dad takes care of that. She stays up as long or longer than usual during the day, and her nap time is just the same. She’s also getting back to her old, cheerful, playful, hungry self.
And because I call this blog “The Old Man’s Gym,” I’m going to mention this forced deload. More than a week now. No cardio. Nada. My appetite was limited for the first few days, but that didn’t last. Even though I’d kill for an afternoon nap every day, I can eat my three squares plus just fine.
More’s the pity.
I feel like I’m gaining fat and losing muscle by the second.
Guess I won’t know how things are really going until I get back to the gym and try to lift.
Happy Father’s Day. This wasn’t how I thought mine would turn out.
Success seems to be connected with action. Successful people keep moving. They make mistakes, but they don’t quit.