Three months ago, there I lay: the fluorescent lights burning my eyes and the sound of tissue crumpling beneath me. I couldn’t help it. I was so tired that I fell asleep on the table in the urgent care examination room while I waited for the doctor. I’m not one to make much of being sick, but at 41, I’m also reticent to take good health for granted. I’ll admit it; I was a little scared. I had never felt sick like this before, so sick I no longer cared about the fact that I was missing many runs of the marathon training plan I started three weeks earlier. Twenty-four hours later, I’d learn that I was one of the rare adults over 40 to contract mono.
Yep, that mono: the mono that prevents many a college student from partying hard, that gives high school students an excuse to miss first period, that was threatening my marathon training plan and my entire summer. Read more >>