... and let me tell you, I have a new respect for those little f'ers. Anything the size of a speck of dirt that can reduce a man to a 170lb pile of sweaty blubbering pathetic mess shouldn't be messed with.
I always try to check myself pretty well after a ride but I must have missed one after one of my rides last weekend. The headache started at about 2 oclock monday afternoon. I woke up in bed at 3am tuesday morning thinking I was naked at the north pole. My wife took my temperture but it was only a few 10ths above normal. Tuesday and yesterday are a blur thanks to the extreme headache.
We went to the local doc. tuesday morning and she told me to start the antibiotics asap and that I would feel better after the 2nd dose. This all sounded great until i took my first dose on an empty stomach after drinking half a quart of orange juice. Shortly thereafter I started puking and knocked myself out trying to run up the steps to get to the toilet. This prompted my wife to rush me to the hospital thinking I had menengitis. 10 hours, 1 spinal tap, and 3 bags of IV fluid later it was confirmed that I don't have menengitis - I'm just an idiot. I've now had 3 doses of my antibiotics and i feel much better. Only 5 weeks 6 days left. Woot. Maybe I'll ride this weekend...
The crazy thing is, I made it 20 years mountain biking in one of the areas of the country with the highest numbers of lyme cases (southeast PA) before this happened.