Run, Run, Run. Well, not really.  I don’t actually run (yet anyway), but that’s what I felt like I was doing all day.  I had an appointment to have this rash on my knee checked out by an internal medicine doctor this morning who told me I have psoriasis.  I didn’t know much about psoriasis so she printed me out a 13 page packet of information.  It’s apparently chronic, heriditary, and overall not something that looks very fun to have.  She also referred me to a dermatologist.  I had to move my car at noon – I’ve been super lazy and driving to work lately because I can park at the meters without paying because of my handicap sticker.  Sadly it expires at the end of September.  I’ve seen some that don’t expire until 2018.  Trust me Chelsea, my dr’s athletic trainer,  is going to be hearing about this!  My dad called as I was moving my car so I talked to him for a minute and then called the dermatology people.  This was at 1 pm and they really didn’t have any appointments coming up that would work, but then she mentioned that they had a cancellation for a 1:15 pm appointment.  I told her I’d be there.  She was rather incredulous since I didn’t have much time to get there, but since the clinic is in St. Louis Park and I was just downtown (and already sitting in my car) I made it with a couple minutes to spare.  The dermatologist looked at the rash, scraped some stuff off it, left, and came back and told me it wasn’t a fungus and that she thought it was just very dry skin and that I had to use some cream for a while and it should go away.  This was great news.  I was most concerned about the surgery I have scheduled in a month and the fact my orthopedic surgeon is going to be slicing open my knee (again) to replace the screws about 1 cm away from what I thought was a rash.  Apparently it’s nothing that’s going to interfere with all that excitement.  On a positive note, I’m down to 17 more days I have to show up at work and then I’m done.  I can’t wait!  Sleeping in and taking naps is what my life is going to become all about very, very soon and it’s going to be wonderful.  Just wonderful.

P.S.  Another major reason I’m thankful I don’t have psoriasis is that I’ve started a “Don’t grow old alone” campaign which I’m certain can’t sustain any major blows.*

*Any decrease in attractiveness would fall under the category of “major blow” – although not of the good kind.