An update no one asked for

It wasn’t until I was in the back of Kelly’s car as she zipped through the winding roads of Cuchara that I realized something was wrong.

I got such bad car sickness that I felt car sick for five days after that. And normally, I’m fine in cars. I hate boats, but cars are just fine. For five days, I couldn’t train. Too much movement made me dizzy and then nauseous. It was like a 5-day hangover. What I’d been dealing with the past several months finally came to a head.

At the beginning of the year, I needed to figure out why I always felt like shit. I finally got to a point where I no longer wanted to deal with it. To stop covering it up with Ibuprofen or caffeine. I wanted to know why I’d wake up tired after 8–9 hours of sleep. Why I’d wake up and go to sleep with a headache. Why I’d feel dizzy then nauseous throughout the day. Why I’d have mini bouts of vertigo every day. Having anxiety and depression on top of all of that didn’t help.

I had my blood tested. Twice. Everything came back normal. I did a sleep study that showed no signs of sleep apnea. I paid $500 for an MRI to see if the brain tumor grew back. it showed nothing. All my doctor knows how to do is prescribe pills. I told her I didn’t want to do that. I wanted to find the root of the problem, not mask the symptoms. All my tests were coming back normal. I was so deeply frustrated just…