Everything has more meaning

One side effect of going through a life-threatening incident like I did is that, at least for now, every ache and pain takes on more significance.

A gland in my left groin (that sound sooo male, I'll just on my bikini line) became very swollen and painful Saturday. Since I had a couple of heart catheterizations during my hospital stay, I was worried that I had some kind of infection from that. But that was over 2 months ago, so that can't be it. By the end of the day Saturday, I had a fever. It's now Monday and I still have the fever and a headache. I'm either too hot or too cold, I ache all over, and I'm exhausted.

I'm not good at being a patient. I keep trying to get up to do things, but I don't make it far before I run out of steam. Yesterday with my fever hovering around 100, I suggested to Dave that maybe a good run would knock it out of my system. He gave You're-An-Idiot Speech #35. He probably would have tied me down to the bed (hmmmm) if I had tried. I had such a horrible night last night that I didn't even suggest it today. But I'm getting cranky from being inactive for so long. This explains why I left the hospital in Boston and wandered the streets in Mission Hill with heart monitor leads stuffed up under my shirt so no one would know I was an escapee.

I probably have a virus (just for fun Dave suggested West Nile) and it will run its course just like it does in other normal human beings. My heart can take it.

And when it's over, I'll go for a run!