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A little vacation drama of my own creation

20 Aug

A month before my trip to Ottawa and Montreal, I was informed my outbound flight had been cancelled and I’d need to reschedule. The rescheduling meant I would fly all night, then wait in the airport for my sister and brother-in-law to pick me up. The down side would be that I’d be tired (and potentially cranky) until I woke up the next morning.

Everything went off without a hitch, and after a nap in the Ottawa airport, waiting for my pickup with my feet on my suitcase, I was picked up as planned. We checked in early to the hotel. I took a shower and felt refreshed enough to carry on through the rest of the day, uncranky, as we wandered around Canada’s capital.

The next morning, I noticed the backs of both ankles were sunburned. Ottawa had been hot, but it was a weird place for a sunburn. We took the train to Montreal and walked all over the place. By the next morning the “sunburn” was redder and had grown, almost circling both ankles. I started to worry.

I have bad skin and have had problems with eczema, MRSA, and cellulitis in the past. In case you’ve never heard of it, cellulitis is a common, potentially serious bacterial skin infection.  As an expert self-diagnoser, I was certain I had it. Thinking it over, I blamed resting my feet on my suitcase, a soft-sided case, that surely irritated my skin as I napped, making me susceptible to an infection. I worried that day, and started doing some investigating. Where could I go to see a doctor? After an online search, I found a walk-in clinic near the Musée des Beaux-Arts that we were going to visit the next day, a Monday. I prepared by looking up the antibiotic my doctor usually prescribes and the one I am allergic to. There was a time in my youth when I wanted to be a doctor, so I really get into this stuff.

We dropped my brother-in-law and niece at the museum, and my sister accompanied me to the clinic. Surprise, it was busy! I was given an scheduled appointment for 9 a.m. the next morning and told it would cost $200. I took the appointment card and, as we walked to the Musée des Beaux-Arts, my heart felt a little lighter knowing I was on the way to something.

Of course, my ankles looked better the next day.

I went to the appointment and was in and out quickly. As I rode the Metro, I knew what the doctor was going to say, and I was not disappointed. It wasn’t cellulitis, just an irritation, probably caused by the rough surface of my soft-sided luggage. As he examined my legs, one comment almost made me laugh out loud: “Your skin is very thin.” Yup.

I was back to our Airbnb before 10, out 200 bucks and feeling a little silly. The sense of relief I felt, having my worry alleviated, made it all worthwhile.





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