From a post last Tuesday...
"I keep praying that I'm sick, so I at least have an excuse!! I just feel like I have no power on the bike. Where the eph did it go??? I had it earlier in the year. I wasn't going to be winning any race, but I felt good on the bike."
I guess I know now, and I guess I know to be damn careful what I pray for! (don't cross me!!)
NOT a strained muscle from the treadmill. But another DVT (blood clot). This one in my left leg. Where, why etc.,? No one knows yet. But it be there. Time for more shots in the belly. More blood thinners, and more tests.
Another example how athletes (even one as mediocre as me) can pick up on the little things the body does to let you know "something just ain't right." Also helped knowing that given my history, it is ALWAYS better to be safe than sorry when there is discomfort in the leg/calf area. Strange thing is, there was NO swelling, no redness, no tightness, just a pain in the calf muscle. But hey, at least they caught it.
From the Doppler office I had to go to the ER at Mercy. You know it's gonna be a good time when a woman wearing nothing but a skanky t shirt , hand cuffs and the stench of a crack binge is being led into the hospital right in front of you. Then another dude comes in sporting the hand cuff look as well. THEN as you are leaving you overheard an ER nurse say to a doctor "did you smell that hallway? I about threw up!". Oh yeah, good times.... good times.
Gotta go count some blessings, take some shots, and plan my next big ride in the mountains that I will thank God for letting a heathen like me enjoy again.