Feeling Swine

First, let me apologize for being such a shoddy blogger as of late, but as you’ll see, I’ve had a pretty crazy couple of weeks. It all started two weeks ago when I found myself sneezing at the end of my work day. I’d had headaches and a sore throat, but it was this new symptom that had me nervous. Sure enough, by the next morning (a Saturday if you can believe it), I felt like I’d been in a 12 round fight with a rabid Hippo.

Overnight a family of warring lemurs had taken shelter inside my skull, and walking to the kitchen to make some breakfast, I discovered that I didn’t have the energy to make the 5 yard trek across my living room. Collapsing onto the couch, I took stock. I was congested, my brain ached, and I was completely devoid of energy. This felt a whole lot like the flu. I didn’t have a fever, though, so I wasn’t too worried…I was miserable, but not worried.

Still, my wife and I took precautions. With our new baby, we knew it was better to be safe than sorry, so, as painful as it was, I did my best to stay away from the cute little midget, and we put a temporary hiatus on our own PDA (I can’t imagine how trying that must have been on her, as attractive as I no doubt was in that state).

I spent that whole weekend on the couch. I limited my movements to those necessitated by my bladder and bed time. Based equal parts on the threat of contagion and the annoyance of my sick-induced snore (she might say sick-elevated); Tara spent her nights in our guest room. I offered to make the move, but she seemed to think that the bed was already contaminated by whatever evil had taken over my body.

By Monday I was feeling marginally better, and I still hadn’t ever had even a small fever. Speaking with a friend of ours who is a doctor at Scott & White, I mentioned the weird flu-like, feverless disease; she recommended I see my doctor.

“That sounds like what we’ve been seeing a lot of,” she told me.

I took her advice and made an appointment for the next morning. I left a message with my boss saying that if I got the go ahead, I’d try and be back at work after I saw the doctor.

I didn’t make it back to work that day. You see, that thing they’d been seeing a lot of, that was H1N1, THE SWINE FLU, and I had it. At my doctor’s suggestion, I spent the rest of the week wearing a mask and staying at least 6 feet from anyone I didn’t want to infect. It was awful.




My baby has just started reaching out to you when she wants you to pick her up. It’s the most perfect gesture in the whole wide world. It absolutely melts your heart. Imagine, if you can, the anguish of not being able to respond by taking her in your arms. I didn’t get to hug or kiss my wife or baby for 7 long days. This isolation was worse than any of the symptoms of the disease itself.

By the end of my quarantine, I was ready to climb up a wall.

Sufficed to say, this was all a pretty severe blow to my fitness regiment. Not only did I never work out for that whole period, but I pretty much blew off any idea of calorie counting as well.

What’s worse, even after I was feeling better, I could tell that my energy was still pretty low. With the Lake Travis Relay now just one week away, I was very, very nervous that I might not have the strength to compete.