Sorry about the house move Ikle and good vibes to Susan; surely the worst is over now.
A little bit of drama for me. Went to bed feeling very tired and with a bit of a tummy ache on Thursday night. Got up to go to the loo and fainted on the landing. Sarah fortunately heard this and came to the rescue. I was out for several seconds and kept drifting away. Sarah thought I may have had a stroke or some sort of seizure. She got Rosa to ring for an ambulance. They were really nice, asked a lot of questions and did a few tests including an ECG (which was slightly abnormal) and decided to take me to hospital. In the meantime I managed to get to the loo - horrible diarrhoea.
More tests at the hospital and eventually doc said it was gastric enteritis although Sarah, who was with me, isn't convinced that it is exactly that. They put me on a drip for about an hour and let me go. Got to bed sometime after 5. Sarah rang my boss at 7 to tell him what had happened and that I wouldn't be at work that morning but would ring him later. Anyway the upshot is that I am at home today and missing the final of Strictly. How p*ssed off am I?!
I am feeling a bit better now but not eating. The only thing I've had in the past 40 hours is 2 portions of frozen yoghurt.
Before we got the diagnosis Sarah and I discussed what the outcome might be and the possibility of me never running again. I had to admit that I got a bit emotional at that point. Well no running for a few days I guess. It could have been a lot worse.
It will be very strange watching Strictly tonight and not being there.
So I put on my new (Polar) Heart rate monitor strap this morning and did 4 reps of my local hill. Max heart rate was 190. So I am now theoretically 30 years old, two years younger than when I wore my Garmin strap!
So it is Plan B, recalculate my HR zones to a max of 190.