I'm thinking a lot about life this week.
Also, that's probably because I almost died on Wednesday.
For once, I'm not even exaggerating.
Sadly this does not involved an epic mountain bike story.
Or even a running story.
There was a car in the story... it was going about 90mph toward the hospital at one point. My airway was almost 100% obstructed by the time we arrived. I couldn't actually talk because no air was moving across my vocal chords.
It changed my outlook on life this week. A little. I mean, I'm not out all going crazy or anything, but any time a physician or two look at you and say, Medical Emergency and "Ms GBA what words do you need me to say to make you understand that you were approximately 5 minutes away from death at any given time in the last 24 hours?", it makes you think.
The MD put me on strict bed rest for a few days, increase activity as I'm able...
She also put me on some strong medications that make me #craycray.
I'm thinking good news... I can't even feel GUILTY about not running for at least another week, maybe more. So my ankle should be completely healed by the time that happens.
I'm thinking prednisone is strong, but not as strong as whatever virus got me.
I'm thinking I'm looking forward to Spring Break, which is next week, and I'm having lunch with my Dad on Friday.
I'm thinking I have the very best and most amazing friends and family who have really come through for me this week. Even the schmoopy ones. Even the worried ones. Even the n+1s.
On, and I'm thinking that strong medication should come with "don't text while on this medication" warning. Texting is at least as dangerous as driving.