Spring finally sprung. And I missed it.
stuck inside the hotel happily working, encouraging guests to get out and enjoy it now, because Wednesday was coming fast.
Wednesday, MY day off, brought storms and a few flurries, and a temperature drop of 50 degrees.
Luckily Thursday proved to be a little nicer. Clocked 9 miles on my new shoes, so I’m feeling pretty good about my upcoming 10 mile race. And when the temps got above freezing, I washed the last bit of salt off the Mustang. At least I hope it will be the last of the salt.
I also brought Mario to the doctor because of a mean looking rash on her lower back.
But before I get into that, let me just share a little wisdom. It is NOT a good idea to try and self-diagnose a rash by looking at pictures on the internet. I was worried sick.
So when I found out she had shingles, I was actually relieved. For a brief second. And then I was shocked. She’s only 15! Shingles are for old people. (And it turns out, for 5% of the teen population.) I guess she’s just lucky that way.
In a way, she really IS lucky. She should be able to fight it better since she’s young. The ones on her back are starting to scab over already, but now she’s got a new set up front. We’re all hoping there won’t be more. She complains of them hurting and pinching and itching. And she gets headaches and feels tired and weak, but she’s being a trooper. They’re not contagious (unless you’ve not had chicken pox), so she’s still going to school. Ibuprofen and hydrocortisone are her meds of choice.
The doc said it could have been triggered by stress. Great. I’ll probably have them next. I’ve got a stretch of 8 days of work coming up, with a trainee and a full hotel. A recipe for stress.
But at the end of that, I will have the weekend off. I’ll have 10 miles of running to relieve the built up stress, and then some time together with my hubby, who, if he manages to stick with me this week, will have stuck with me for 23 years.
I think we’ll make it….