Ending Early to Find Hilarity.

A trip to the Doctor Sunday morning infomed me that I do not have strep throat, which was at first a sign of releif. The Doctor had ran a test for strep and it can back negative. We both were still curious to why my lymnph nodes were swollen to the size of tennis balls and I could barley speak. I offered my expertise on the subject by recommending I be tested for Wucheria, but since I hadn't spent anytime in the jungle or have gotten bit by and mosquitos lately it was out. She next asked if I had been seeing anyone in the past two weeks?

I replied, "No, but you are quite a bit older than me and I don't think it would work. Although..."

She then explained to me that she thought I might have mono. I mentioned that my love life has been on the back burner now that cyclocross, school and work were all out to get me. When I explained, cyclocross she ran a blood test and bet me that I probably had mono. When the results came back she was correct and I was pissed because I knew this was worse than strep.

I was told that I need to stay off the bike for 2-3 weeks because if I were to rupture my splene, while it was enlarged I could potentially be fatal because it would spill blood into my body aka internal bleeding. Don't get me wrong as metal as an inner blood bath would be I was forced to obey her orders since it could be fatal.

What she asked next was probably one of the best compliments I have ever received in my life. Whether those were her intentions or not I still felt extrmeley PRO.

As my memory recalls the words that fluttered off of her lips were, "When is the next time you have to take a drug test? Because one of the drugs I want to perscribe you will make you test positive.

My at first confused retort, "Drug test? and positive for what?"

The doctor looked blankley back at then explained, "For your cycling since, if you have to take drug test you will test positive for doping."

It was as if the most beutiful girl just had confessed her love for me. I turned as red as the sprinters jersey at Super Week(bad picture of jersey).

I told her no and was soon on my way out the door with a perscription for a mild pain killer and steroid. As I went home to mope about not being able to race. I jumped on the internet in hopes of being cheered up. W/Mild man's blog had helped do the trick as well as Bike Snob for introducing me to this gem. I do not know if it was the pain killers or the actual blog, but my sorrow had soon left after reading the posts. I do think it is possibe for Kanye to have written about a set of zipp 808's seeing these pics. I would have gone with Lightweight's and Mono.
I will still be working the State Championship race, but I will not be competing for the the crown. My attention now lies on getting better and coming up with a training reigment for the winter months.

See you suckas later.