I knew something was a-miss last week when I struggled to get through boxing circuit. Usually after I get through a session I'm pretty much on top of the world, but last week - flatter than flat.
Perhaps I was coming down with something? Half of Melbourne has had the flu that I've somehow managed to avoid. Yep, I can push through that.
On the treadie at gym on Thursday I just had nothing. No interest. No breath. Nothing. I tried again later in the day with the intention of a 7km run. Got 1km in and it started to rain, which was my saving grace. I just wasn't feeling it at all,so turned back.
Friday at work- back to back to back meetings where I managed to throw down a quick snack (dates, almonds and strawberries) as my lunch. So tired and lethargic. Meetinged out and after a 14 hour day was ready for a nanna nap.
Saturday I was due at running coaching. Couldn't lift my head from the pillow. My chest and back were aching and I had a stupid cough. Okay - maybe I'm sick. But I don't feel "sick",just exhausted and drained. Maybe I'm not eating enough or my body has had enough of being in calorie deficit?
Sunday - blah. Manage to go to work but shivered through it. Seriously, it was as though someone was running ice cubes along my bones - from the inside. Still I had to work late and get the media side of my job out of the way. I'm sitting there in 20 layers of clothes with a pen in my mouth and then it hits me that my lips feel strange. A few minutes later I'm struggling to breathe properly. This REALLY doesn't feel right.
I ask the girls on the local FB group if anyone has had anything similar. They're all "get your ass off to a doctor". I don't like doctors. Yes, I know I sound like a 5 year old. And there's no longer the lure of jelly beans either. Too many cals.
Then my throat starts to swell up and my skin is all of a sudden VERY itchy. I feel as though I could pass out. And then the penny drops. Mould. I have an extreme reaction to the stuff. And dates are susceptible to it's formation. Ipso-facto, I'm allergic to dates.
Just to be a good girl I go to the doctor anyway today for a check up. She orders the usual blood work. Tells me to stop eating dates (D'oh), puts me on an anti-histamine to open my airways up again and she'll see me in a few days.
There's a whole unopened packet of dates in the fridge. I want them. I'll miss them. I am in mourning.
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