I had to go to see my doctor today. As it turns out, I have recurring chicken pox, also known as ‘shingles’.
I had my vacation planned perfectly. Family day long weekend skiing in Quebec, hanging around with friends for another day in Montreal, a leisurely drive home, a day of doing nothing, then off to Lake Rousseau to meet the like-minded. Except on the third day of skiing I went stupid thinking that my mediocre skills will be suitable for the super icy double diamond run at the end of the day. After a flying flip I landed on my shoulder, heard the crack, felt the pain then tried to figure out how to stop myself from sliding down head first.