This has been the scene all day...
I've been awake since 2:00am when I held the trash can for Ben to throw up in. After cleaning up and changing Ben's pajamas and sheets and then doing a load of vomit laundry I decided to make coffee. My stomach is also way off but not as bad.
And my doctor said I could stop the antibiotics today but of course my elbow is swollen and hot and leaking 'stuff' (bloody yellow goodness). I suppose the pocket of empty skin has to get rid of it's 'stuff' eventually? I'm not a doctor nor do I play one on this blog. Not sure how my elbow skin is supposed to refill or reattach or re-what-ever it's going to do. It seems like everything is trapped inside because the laceration/ puncture is healing over quite nicely but the pocket is still full. WTF?
All of this lines me up for a good race on Saturday. I've noted that when I do things perfectly and by the book my races are mediocre. But when things go wrong I race well when I shouldn't. I think I take the pressure off of myself somehow. But of course now that I have acknowledged the dysfunction of racing well when things go bad, I am reapplying the pressure to perform when I shouldn't because I usually do. That was fun.