My lung infection flared up yesterday during the race, causing me to take my medicine to get rid of the infection. The medicine is extremely high-dosage, high in codeine and makes me a little loopy, so I usually don't take it unless necessary.
Yesterday, I felt it was necessary as I could not breathe. There is only a couple of doses left in the bottle, so I figured it would be okay and that my reaction wouldn't be too terrible.
I couldn't get to bed until three this morning, and only managed to sleep for two hours. It felt like I was on crack, my entire body was shaking, I felt like there were creepy-crawling things all over me and I just felt itchy. Besides the fact that I was exhausted, it was like I had had twenty cups of coffee. I was wired.
This morning I awoke from my, short nap, and felt okay. So I got dressed, checked some emails and fell directly back into bed. It was like I was drunk, or had been drunk.
The effects I had from the run yesterday were minimal, my hips were a little sore. Feet a little tender and calves a little clenched, but everything else was fine. I should be up and running today, if I hadn't taken that damn medicine.
From now on I'm going to do this my way. I like to take care of things, the natural way, not taking medication and putting unnatural things into my body. Clearly, I would've been better off my way.
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