Don’t do it

The blood test came back. A second one. It confirmed the results of the first. Ross River virus. It’s thought to start in kangaroos and then transfer to mosquitoes and then to people. I’m one of those people.

Sore joints and chronic fatigue are the symptoms. I’ve been feeling it. A few weeks ago I couldn’t walk up stairs or open a jar. My feet ached and my fingers were brittle.

There’s no cure. You have to let it run its course. Most cases last six months, nine months, a year. My medical certificate says no excessive physical exercise until the end of the year.

I looked at the doctor.

I’ve got an ultramarathon coming up.

He spoke.

Don’t do it.

I looked towards the wall. He kept going.

Sometimes the brave thing to do is to rest and recover and then come back with a new perspective. If you push it, there’s a chance your kidneys or heart my fail and by the time you notice, you won’t be in a good place.

You’re right. Okay.

I read the fact sheet he gave me about the virus. There’s no preventing it. If a mosquito bites you and it has the virus, you’ll get it. You can prevent it with repellent or long clothing but it’s not a sure thing.

Some things are out of our control. Like getting bitten by a mosquito and contracting a debilitating virus.

One option is to ask, why me? Why’d I’d have to be the one get it? Why why why.

Another option is to own it. The reason doesn’t matter. All you know is you’re going to deal with it the best way you can.

Even if the way of dealing with it is to do nothing.