I dismounted the bike last Saturday evening, and I felt that something was not quite right. I couldn't put my finger on it, but there was a feeling that something was askew.
I awoke Sunday morning to my answer. A sore throat and a nose that was running like a champ! Crud. I was sick.
I don't know if this has been a really bad cold or a mild flu but it has gotten the best of me this week. I haven't ridden to work for the past week, the vertigo won't allow it. When I arrive home, it's straight from the car to the bed (my German Shepherd doesn't really appreciate that either).
The only thing on my to do list today is to pull the wires out from beneath my seat for my electric gear. The vertigo appears to be gone, and the Kleenex box has gone untouched since yesterday morning.
I am not 100% yet but it appears that I am on the down hill side of this thing now, hopefully I will be able to return to my normal routine tomorrow, the dog will appreciate that at least.
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