25… who in the world gets mono when they’re 25?
Me, that would be me.
Summertime– fresh air, a nice breeze. I was still working in the city at the time. Days leading up to the diagnosis I remember that I was exhausted. I took a nap on my lunch break in one of the brokers empty offices, when usually I never even took my lunch.
That morning was awful. I could barely hold up my head, standing waiting for the train. I leaned on the railing, trying to hold myself up to get to the trail. How was I going to be able to walk to work? It was at least half a mile from the train station to my office. I felt that each step I took was equaling the energy of a marathon. Exhaustion, deep, pure exhaustion hit me to the core. I didn’t even get on the train, I couldn’t do it. Slowly, carefully, I walked back to my car, using my cell phone to call in, call my mom, and ask her to take me to the doctor once she got off of work. (We all still need our moms, even when we are 25). I was sure that it was strep. Called Chris to let him know, there was no work for me today.
Stupid stick down my throat, strep test negative.
Take some blood, mono test positive.
Get some rest. Lots and lots of rest.