Take Two Aspirin and Call Me in the Morning...

"Sir, those aren't chewables."

"I'll be the judge of that."

As people who race bikes, we talk a lot about how we feel. And, as a group who 'exercise and call it sport,' those conversations can range from excuse riddled lack-of-training cover ups to legitimate reports resulting from the various viruses and bed bugs the general populace stroll around with everyday.

Prior to 9 Mile, I didn't feel my best and, with Sam strolling around with Mono, played the denial game, deciding not to get looked at until I was back from Wisconsin.

Fast-forward to this week, blood draws and chats with your friendly doctor so-and-so. Has anything changed? Not really.

Poking and proding lead to some commentary that my glands were indeed swollen and that, yes, I likely had Mono (Damn it, Sam!). Of course, then the blood work came back negative (Oh, sorry, Sam.)

After that news was delivered, I got this.

"Well, you definately have something, that much is certain."

"But it's not Mono."

"No, ever had any allegry issues."

"No."

"Well, it might be that. We're going to put you on some Claritin."

"Really?"

"Yeah, we'll try that."

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"Do you want a prescription?"

"It's over the counter, isn't it?"

"Well, yeah."

"I think I'm good. Thanks." (For nothing.)

Since we're grasping at straws, my vote for What Ails the Snob? is cytomegalovirus. It's what Alessandro Ballan had that knocked him out of the classics and cemented the infamous World Champions curse for another year. Why? Because it fits my symptoms and, because it's more romantic than having some silly little flower be such a big impact.

Feel free to cast your vote. You can also offer sage wisdom, such as 'take two aspirin,' 'walk it off,' or 'rub some dirt on it.'