Lemme tell ya sumthin

It's been a couple of rough days. I've had what the pro cyclists politely call 'intestinal distress' but there's nothing polite about it. On Friday, I had a meatball sub that kicked me to the curb over the weekend. It wasn't food poisoning. Instead, my stomach and the rest of my gut reacted badly to the tomato sauce. I had heartburn that just wouldn't quit. Antacids gave brief respites, but they didn't stop the acid.

I dehydrated rapidly. It certainly didn't help that the temperatures were in the mid to upper 90s and the humidity was off the scale. I couldn't get ahead of the curve and wandered through the days with a throbbing headache. It always happens when I'm dehydrated and I hate it.

Yesterday, I moaned and groaned through the work day, and fell asleep for an hour at home. I felt better in the evening. Ibuprofen dulled the headache.

Riding the bike was out of the question, of course. I drove the SUV (minus air-conditioning!) since Lyndsay needed my car. Isn't it funny how daughters can get almost whatever they want from Dad?

But I feel better and expect that tomorrow I'll be pedaling to work again.