After two benadryl tabs had no effect overnight, I went to the doc. He's concerned it may be a blood clot, even though my risk factor is incredibly low. Gah! I'm just hoping the antibiotic shot kicks in, signaling that it's just an infection. Bloodtests this morning, ultrasound on Monday.
So instead of riding on a gorgeous Saturday, I'm laid up at home watching the last stages of the Vuelta. Le sigh.
It took forever at the doc's. At least they had some sports magazines in the waiting room.
Note the cassette on the left, and the VHS tapes to the right. It's a little olde fashioned here.