Unclean, Unclean....

I went to a Hanukkah dinner last night and my gosh the journey home was torturous to say the least, and a trip that should have taken maybe 30-40 minutes instead took 2 hours and a change of buses! This is one of the times when I miss living in London and all the public transportation opportunities there are there. Still, all told it was a goodnight, even though one of the three Rabbis in attendance was giving me death stares all night. Why was he doing that? Well a few months ago I blogged about an old lady from our congregation who had died and this Rabbi refused permission for her to be buried in a Jewish cemetery as she had left the faith and not formally returned so therefore wasn’t the right type of Jew! Never mind the fact that she was one of the last Kindertransprt evacuees and had lost every single member of her family. So I took it upon myself to go above this Rabbi and go straight to the top ranking people in charge of who gets buried where. I cut out the middle man so to speak. They gave permission and she is now in her rightful place. Since then its been made difficult for me at the community but fuck him, he’s a cunt and I don’t regret my actions for a second. I don’t suppose I helped myself when I wrote a piece for a Jewish newsletter arguing that the role of  the Rabbi was largely irrelevant to todays Jewish life.

In other news I’ve had a health problem going on. Nothing major but I had been getting the most amazingly irritating allergic reaction on my lower legs and arms. It used to be  just an itch, and I would scratch until I bled sometimes I would use an emollient cream to soothe it but in the last 2-3 weeks it’s got so bad that my arms have come up bright, lobster red. Not just that but it’s gone scaly and it’s weeping blood. Not good right? So I took myself down the minor injuries unit at the hospital and they said there’s nothing they can do, I had to go see my G.P who needed to refer me back to the hospital I was already in (!) which is where I toddled off to. The G.P then refused to refer me before I had completed the 2 week course of medication. The first day of that was that same Hanukkah Saturday and what happened? It made things even worse. My skin feels like it’s alive and crawling. So bearing in mind the hospitals words to come back if it gets worse I am off to the same place tomorrow after work.

So you’d think that would stop me training? Not a bit of it. I may not be able to wear wraps or gloves at the moment but I can still run, I can still do circuits and I can still do weights.

I jut want to get it sorted now, as every time I look up symptoms online I get confused and scared!