Do you happen to have the link to the post-race survey? I believe most of those messages probably went to my spam folder, and I didn't look through it before the last time I emptied it. Poop!
I suppose I could email the "info@" address provided on the site, but I would rather know that my email is going to someone who will actually read it. The doctor didn't bother taking a skin scraping or anything for a culture, so I don't actually know what kind of bacteria it is.. but either way, the only other place I would have picked it up is at the hotel, and neither my boyfriend nor his kids have developed anything like this, and I was the only one of us in the lake.
Sigh.
“Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without words, and never stops at all.”
- Emily Dickinson