The rash from hell seems to be getting better. I’m not constantly needing to scratch any more. Well… not quite in the same urgent way that was causing bruising and bleeding. Yuck. I think, in the end, that I was allergic to New York. It was so incredibly dry there, I guess due to the heating systems. But even outside one day, we had to deal with 20 degree temps and 30 mph winds. Those skyscrapers really do become canyons that the winds rush through with abandon. My clothes — even my new, looser clothes — rubbed up against my raw dry skin and made it much worse. I hadn’t taken any moisturizer on the trip, but did use some from the hotel. It was so bad that every time I blew my nose, which was a couple of times a day, there was blood on the tissue. Even my nasal passages were raw and inflamed. So, that must have been it. It took me a week to recover, skin-wise, from my trip.
Of course, I still haven’t managed to do any exercise since my return, and my eating hasn’t been too great. And here we are on Saturday morning and I’m not even thinking about going to Weight Watchers (well, I guess I am, since I am writing this). Everything’s just in such a state of flux. Let me count the ways…
- My husband’s job role is changing a bit. He’ll likely be traveling more (like later this month he’ll be gone for a week) and he’s under a bit more stress. Plus he’s trying to do some outside stuff that is keeping him busy, as well.
- I am talking with someone about a potential job. It’s at a small start-up company, which brings with it a whole set of risks. Anyway, just thinking about it and not knowing whether I’ll get an offer is adding stress. Plus, we haven’t even talked money so I’m not positive of what the position pays. My hope is to get them to want me, and then tell them what I need to make. By then, they’ll already be decided that I’m the right one, so they’ll cough up the dough.
- I’m changing offices in my current job, and the boy is changing day cares. This’ll mean a big change in our whole family’s daily routine. Hopefully, it’ll turn out for the better. What I do know is that I’ll probably be spending less time each day with my husband, which is a bummer. But I’ll have more time to exercise and such, so that’ll be positive. That starts not next week, but the week thereafter.