Hm, in reexamining the spelling of conjunctivitis, I just realized there is no “fun” in c-o-n-j-u-n-c-t-i-v-i-t-i-s. WEIRD, ’cause I know that I am having an absolute blast with it. I demand to speak with Professor James Murray! (This is a Professor and the Madman / The Surgeon of Crowthorne reference). In summary, “Sir James Augustus Henry Murray [ . . . ] was a Scottish lexicographer and philologist. He was the primary editor of the Oxford English Dictionary (OED) from 1879 until his death.” My citation: Wikipedia, baby! Also, when you explain a joke, it’s no longer funny; soooooo, moving on . . .
As I have (IMO) humorously explained to a handful of my colleagues and to most of my close friends and family, I went to bed 34YO one night and awoke 92YOA the next morning. Saturday the 6th – the Saturday that is today, has been a week of excessive body BS. BS = bullshit should you not be up to snuff with your acronyms. I am hesitant to complain about my issues because I know several people with serious ailments: chronic pain, organ failure, etc. However, I’m frustrated. And I do think that my frustration is “OKay.”
I don’t feel the need to detail all of the issues, but in summary, I’m leaky, itchy, and in pain. The leak = my eye. The itch = another round of poison ivy. The pain = left shoulder and left hip. I was texting Mum at 0500hrs because when I awoke, the entire white of my right eye was flaming red, and there was some unpleasant eye junk build up. I set my alarm for 0445hrs because I was registered to run in the Moxie 5k with bib #2 today. The Moxie Festival is kind of a big deal in these here parts, and it was going to be my first go at one of the most difficult 5k courses in Maine.
I did not go to the run, which leads me back to why I was texting Mum at 0500hrs. I was attempting to ferret out whether I was merely trying to find an excuse to not go to Moxie OR if I truly felt that the eye is a serious enough issue that I should stay home and call the Dr. as soon as the office opened. As I have outlined in many a previous post, I have anxiety with new things, large crowds, and “doing things” by myself. However, I have never not gone to an event I have been registered for. I have always battled through the stress of all of the above. My main concern was not the travel to a new place, running a difficult course, the swarms of people, or being alone; my primary concern was that if I was all the way out in Lisbon and was indeed able to make a “sick visit” appointment, that the office would not have an availability late enough for me to get there in time.
As luck would have it, I am scheduled to be seen at 1100hrs. So, I could have run the run and made the appointment, but I had no real way of knowing that this is the way it would all play out. I am “bummed” that I missed the run, but I’m not down on myself or overtly upset or angry with myself so I think I really did make the right choice. The Moxie will be waiting for me next year, and I will be even more determined to conquer it.
I’m off to my appointment, but I felt the need to blog through my feels just to be doubly sure that I wasn’t just punking out. The irony is, it isn’t my pain ridden hip that took me out of the game, it is my eye . . . but ultimately, I’m not an asshole – hip pain doesn’t spread, conjunctifunivitis does.