Day 58 and the Black Cygnet

I'm back in the saddle after hitting my first significant speed bump on the Kung-Fu highway. Last week, I noticed that my right contact started bothering me. So I took it out and wore glasses. But the eye just got worse, and by Thursday it had exploded into a gory expose of excruciatingly painful conjunctivitis. Even worse--it's the end of the quarter at work. Worse still--I encountered error after error when trying to run all of my end-of-quarter reports. Several errors were new--they were related to system changes. Others were more routine, but I should have spotted them. Still others were routine, but popped-up last minute. On top of the eye and the work gremlins, I had my first level 1-B Improv class the same evening. As a result, what I was hoping would be a nice, easy 8-hour day, followed by some spontaneous fun and exploration turned into a 13-hour work-a-thon with a 3-hour break for class, topped off with a nearly sleepless night popping pain pills and icing my eyeball to dampen the relentless sensation of someone jabbing a needle into my cornea. I stuck to the diet, but there were no workouts Thursday and Friday. And yes, I did head into work Friday to finish up my reports. But I did leave early, to head home and crash. The eye is a little better, but still looks like something out of Fangora magazine, and is still, I assume, contagious. I'm taking off tomorrow from work, at the very least; I don't want to pose any further risk to my team members. And I'm going to need most of the day to wash, clean, and disinfect everything I've had contact with in the apartment, in addition to the usual work-out routine, and some extra stretching. Ugh. At the very least, this will help me appreciate, once again, the fortune that is maintaining good health. I managed to get in part of Thursday's work-out on Saturday, roping for 18 minutes, then doing 5 sets of pull-ups, followed by the hang-out. The regularly scheduled workout followed later in the afternoon. Just finished up today's workout (my sleep-scheduled has also been thrown waaaay out of orbit). Off to bed--and, hopefully, a start to recovery and a return to a steadier--and more skillful--path.