Prior to two weeks ago I never gave much thought to today’s title during the nearly fifty spins I’ve taken around the sun.
Yesterday I thought the worm had finally turned (another phrase about which I haven’t much thought). I hoped that the two days of drinking coffee and eating pancakes for breakfast had convinced my body to return to normal. Last night, even after eating a healthy high-fiber dinner, I was back to where I’ve mostly been since two weeks ago tomorrow.
I am extremely saddened because what this means is that if my body doesn’t miraculously correct itself today and remain corrected until tomorrow I will have no choice other than to cancel my participation in the Iowa trip for RAGBRAI. Honestly, at this point I hold little-to-no hope of going on this trip. I have been looking forward and training for this trip for months! I’m so distraught that I haven’t even started packing.
Even worse, if my body doesn’t respond positively by Wednesday I am going to have to seek another medical professional, of the type I don’t even know, to investigate. Two weeks of near-constant diarrhea, including one week of taking medication to stop it, is a clear indication that something is wrong.
Things weren’t supposed to go “all down hill from here” until my birthday later this month.