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August 15, 2005
All 'Roided Up Again and Not Feelin' the Love
Well, my mom was able to get me an emergency appointment with the dermatologist in their complex this morning. He was running late (which affected me later in the day) but I should be thankful that they were able to get me in on such short notice. He confirmed that whatever my rash is is definitely poison something, although he can't exactly specify which one. Based on the handy phamplet he gave me to read up on, it is either ivy or sumac, it does not appear that poison oak grows too well around here. Also according to this handy phamplet, "if you receive treatment with a cortisone drug, you should take it longer than six days, or the rash may return". That explains why my rash returned, I only took my 'roids for six days. He prescribed me more 'roids, taking a stronger dosage and gave a steroid cream to help with the itching and I need to see him again next Monday. Based on the pictures of the plants in my phamplet, sumac looks like the culprit because the leaves look like leaves that I see. Anyhow, his drugs were significantly cheaper than the drugs that the PA prescribed.
Tonight's workout was not good. There really isn't anything good I can say about it. It was not as hot as it has been (funny, I'm starting to think that 87 degrees is cool). The workout was to do our four mile loop at tempo pace, actually the slow end of tempo pace. I was supposed to run 7 flats which should be a walk in the park. I was running with T and D and could tell pretty early on that things were not going too well. We hit the first two miles just under seven minute pace, but about a quarter mile later the piano landed on my back. I kind of talked myself through the next half mile, but by 2.75 I was feeling weebly-wobbly on my legs. I had to stop and walk because there was no way that I could continue at any sort of decent pace. I jogged the rest of the way back and like dumb blonde did the full warm down. That didn't feel too bad until about half a mile from the track when I noticed that my calves were feeling crampy because I had not had nearly enough water to drink.
I have to read up and prep for my interview tomorrow morning. I am in no way or shape qualified for this position. Even my parents, my biggest supporters as they should be, said "Did they even read your cover letter and resume?". They sent me a letter with what the duties, responsibilities and qualifications are and I don't come anywhere close to meeting them.
I had to try to let my friend's dog out today. I only met Henry for the first time last night and I have determined that he does not like anyone but S. He wouldn't go out to go poop for me or for her boyfriend. He ended up in the foyer area and I couldn't get him to go back into the house for me. Finally I had to push him back in which made him snap at me. Hey, he gets what he deserves...he won't go out to go take a dump, he gets pushed back into the house!
Posted by Blondie at August 15, 2005 08:58 PM
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I had an interview like that a few weeks ago, I could not understand why they wanted to interview me - but worst case it is good practice! I hope it goes well.
I hope your skin starts to feel better soon!
Posted by: Barb at August 16, 2005 01:04 PM