rigorous training

as you may or may not know, i have felt somewhat like the undead over the last few days. a little less than ideal, if you will. febrile, achy, tired, fatigued - all the unspecific goodies

which is why i had the anxiety about the big huge giant bike ride. if you'd care to look at the map above, you can clearly see it's NEARLY 50 KM!

now this would have been all well and good and smiles on everyone's faces (ear to ear, baby), but i had to have a shower and then go and tend to the sick and infirm for eight and half hours immediately following such expending of energy. i felt a little delirious, a little high on endorphins. but only a little, and only for a woefully short time

as the night progressed, i felt worse and worse. not bad enough that i couldn't perform important diagnostic tests on myself, though (who knew my bladder could hold 831mL? who?) and provide exemplary patient care whilst driving my colleagues infuckingsane at the same time, no doubt

then the headache started. relentlessly. mercilessly. pounding. aching.

i went straight to bed like a good girl when i got home at 2330, all snowed on and chilly and poorly. third day no vino in the chirst. crikey.

i woke up at 0300, teeth chattering, shivering and shaking so much that i spilled a whole glass of water in the kitchen

and then when i woke up inthe morning, i felt just dandy. the end.

that was a lie, did you spot it? because in actual fact, come the morningtime i felt so shithouse that i asked bajoolies to take me to the vet, because i had the worst headache, photophobia, full body aches and a stiff sore neck

i took some codeine, which was aces, because it made me throw up, (luckily that's not a sign of the meningococcal disease, oh wait on....) and i went back to bed where i have remained all the livelong day

and that is the end of that. don't mind me, i'm just in a gloomy place, rather boggy and sad