Okay, I was all psyched to tell you about my tandem bike ride with my husband through beautiful San Francisco but this blog is going to be me griping and moaning. One would think that I have enough on my plate health wise. I am not one to complain too much, hahahahahahahahaha, phew *wipes the tears out of her eyes*, okay I moan plenty, but I never have bitched about my lot in life and getting stuck with a potentially debilitating disease. I mourned the loss of my former self when I was diagnosed with MS at age 26. Let go all the things I thought might be and told myself I could curl up and wind up in a wheel chair or face the world and know I could be a better person then I was and forage onward. I chose the latter. I tried to live a better life, be a nicer person, you know the whole drill.
Fast forward 16 years and here I am in probably the best shape I have ever been in and I have to deal with high blood pressure. Not necessarily a huge thing, but I have been battling it for a bit and had it under control through diet and exercise the last few years. Not anymore. My last well woman visit, my BP teetered around 190/100. WTF?? Where is this coming from. My Dr., I absolutely LOVE him, told me to monitor it for a few months and call my GP if it didn't improve. Due to the fact that heart disease and high BP runs rampant in my family, both sides, I did as he asked. Well it didn't improve and hovered around 160/100, I finally cried uncle. I called my GP and made an appointment. When I went it was 190/110. I got put on Lisinopril an ACE inhibitor and diuretic. I asked my Dr. if I should be concerned being put on a diuretic with all of the training I do. He said absolutely not, he wanted me to keep at it. I brought up I had an 18 mile run scheduled for this Saturday, he told me not to worry. BALONEY! I went out for a ten miler with Brad 3 days after I started it and almost passed out. I thought I was going to die, literally. My blood pressure was 90/54 when I checked it when I got home. Okay, we slashed it in half in three days time, maybe that was a little excessive. I went out two days later for an easy three miles and I managed it. I was semi-okay. Today was supposed to be 4 miles, I managed to get through 3.5. I was trying to keep my pace around 10 minute miles, my long run pace, but I kept catching myself at my 5k pace 8 1/2 minute miles. But 3.5 miles and I was done. I will not even tell you what my stomach was like. It was not dissimilar to when I run long distance. That has never happened short distance, and sweat? I am sweating to the point where I leave drops when I come in, and a puddle on my chair. This all from a measly 3 miles and a little. I am calling said Dr. in the morning. This medicine is truly interfering with my training. My stamina is gone, I am tired all the time, my tummy is a mess, I had headaches, those have finally stopped, and I feel blechy. All of them are side effects for this supposedly benign medication my Dr. said would be fine for me. Not really.... Maybe I will run to his office, plop my sweaty butt down in his waiting room and show him how "fine" I am. How much it is okay to train on this medicine. I feel like all I worked for, all I have trained for these last almost 3 years is completely thrown out the door. I am frustrated and angry, and don't know what to do. Do I stop taking the medicine that is obviously needed, or do I keep taking it and throw my training out the door?? I need to be Solomon, once again, SOL. Not a man, not a king and not bible material why me?? Why not I guess is what he would tell me.
