But I plan on throwing it right back.
Wednesday morning I woke up to intense pain in my chest and back on the right side. Very uncomfortable, I tossed and turned for the rest of the night, but I had a hard time falling back to sleep. I finally got up to go to work and felt like I had some fluid in my chest. I coughed it up and noticed that there was a little blood. The Colorado air is dry and unforgiving and I often have a few early morning nosebleeds, so I did what any normal runner would do, I ignored it and hoped that it would go away. Bad move. A couple of hours later I was in the urgent care doubled over in pain and bawling like a baby. They ran a few tests on me and then sent me to the emergency room after a clot test came back positive. I had a CT on my lungs and the diagnosis came back as Bilateral Pulmonary Embolism. I had a blood clot that had traveled up from my legs to my lungs. The good news is that it was a massive clot that had broken apart and settled in multiple little clots in both of my lungs, so I am alive. The bad news is that my first marathon in San Antonio is out. Yes, the marathon that I have been training for and I have been so excited about; done. Trust me, I have asked a total of three doctors so far whether or not I will be able to make it and they have all said no.
I may make an appointment with another one, just to see if I can get a better answer.
Along with the PE, I had lung infarction, which is lung tissue death due to lack of oxygen. The docs told me "NO RUNNING" for at least two to three weeks. What? I didn't hear you?
Anyway, I spent a few days in the hospital and was released yesterday. I spent a night in the ICU and a night in cardiac care. The hospital was really nice, better then some of the hotels that I have stayed in. They even had gourmet room service. Scallops, steak, prime rib, seared salmon. The second day that I was there, I didn't eat anything due to vomiting. I'm not sure what was wrong with the dude in the next room, but he spent most of the day hacking and coughing up phlegm and snot rockets. Well I matched him one for one. He'd hack up a lung, I'd go make horrible retching vomit sounds. My daughter came to visit me and I greeted her with a wave as I ran to the bathroom to throw up. Not to be outdone, the guy next door started in on the snot rockets. Madison looked a little ashen faced and left soon after.
Friday morning I woke up and was ready to eat something off this gourmet menu! Room service opened at 7 and I had the phone in my hand ready to order huevos rancheros with jack stack cheese and vegetarian green chili sauce.
Sounds like a heart attack, but remember, I was on the cardiac floor.
I called and they said that my doctor had switched me to a bland diet. DAMM IT! I had a garden omelet and special K instead. I got my omelet and it looked sooo damn good, I was salivating and ready to take my first bite and that bastard in the next room starts with his snot rockets.
Ok dude, you win, I thought as I reached for my Special K cereal.
So I was finally released and I'm really sad and disappointed that I will have to postpone the first marathon, but I'll be back. I did take a moment to step back and appreciate the fact that I have such amazing friends and family and I'm glad I'm still around to enjoy them. My husband is one of the most generous people that I know and I am so glad to have such a close relationship with him. My daughter is a typical teen, but she shows that she cares in her own way and I am thankful for her. I will take care of myself and heal my body and sign up for another marathon in the spring.
So, I've got an appointment with my new blood doctor on Monday and I'm gonna ask him if I can run the half marathon in San Antonio instead. Plane tickets have been bought, hotels booked, and I have a number, so what the hell. He'll think I'm nuts, but I am nuts, so at least we will be on the same page with that one.