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Today could have been better. Nothing caught on fire, there was no uncontrollable projectile vomiting, and no one died... so it could have been worse.
That's me, always looking at the bright side, yes?
Firstly, when I went to bed around eight am, the house had power. When I woke up at noon because it was quiet - too quiet - it did not. I believe it is a testament to just how spoiled I am that my biggest worry at that point wasn't that it was roughly freezing outside and my heater might be gas but the thermostat that ran it was electric and no power meant no heat, no my biggest worry was "What the heck am I going to do when I get up tonight? I'm going to be soooo bored."
Then I promptly called the power company to confirm that the entire area was sans power, rolled over and went back to sleep.
I woke up around one to the sounds of the heater kicking in, and dragged my ass out of bed to make sure all three computers were still in working order. Of course, once I had Gilderoy all booted up again and actually connected to the internet (on the first try for once), I had to say hello to a few people on YIM, and next thing I know I'm curled up in bed once more, this time with Awesomesauce and even more spoiled than me Bellatrix as a lap warmer.
That's when I noticed that the irritating dry skinish itch that had been bothering me on the backs of my knees had progressed to OMGWHYWON'TYOUSTOPITCHING.
Hives. All over the back of my knees, and already spreading down my calves.
You know what works great for hives? Benadryl. You know what I don't keep in the house because it makes me extremely dizzy, slightly queasy and very sleepy in what the doctors like to call 'a reaction' sort of way? Benadryl.
You know what else I apparently don't keep in the house? Anything useful for when one breaks out in an itchy rash. The aloe I had for the sunburn I picked up last summer did nothing.
I've broken out in hives roughly four times before - three were related to allergies, the fourth was stress induced. (You try spending an hour sitting on an exam table in a front opening paper gown, waiting on your doctor to remember that you exist and have an appointment for your "Woman's Wellness" exam when you hate doctors, tables that come with stirrups, cranky nurses and blood pressure cuffs that make your arm turn GRAY because it has cut off all circulation below the elbow as it decides to run the squeezy cycle for the third time straight! By the time the doctor arrived, I was pretty much a giant red, itchy blotch.)
I take a Claritin, because that's technically an antihistamine, I think, and run some shells and fish to Nook's store on Animal Crossing. After being lectured on my poor snowball rolling skills by a snowman - who I flip off because I can - I decide that perhaps it would be best if I took a nap and let the Claritin do it's thing.
At seven thirty, Sarah calls and wakes me up and the itching is still there and ohmygodwhywon'titSTOP. Off to the ER, then.
Where I'm told "You're having an allergic reaction to 'something'." Really? No shit, Sherlock.
"Or it could be stress. You might be having stress." Really? Seriously, no duh.
"Either way, rather than giving you a shot that will clear all that up pretty quickly, we prefer to have you take some oral medication over the course of the next five days. It works just as well as the shot, but there's no..." AND THEN HE MAKES A POKEY STABBY MOTION AT MY ASS!
My. Ass.
I've had that shot before - Even with the hatred of needles, I liked that shot. That shot made the itching stop. I would have married that shot at the time. - and I understand that it goes around the rumpus area and he wasn't actually making some sort of suggestive anal play gesture, but seriously... My. Ass.
Now might be a good time to point out that just moments before Doctor Feelgood had been on his hands and knees on the floor behind me with me holding my skirt up so that he could get a good look at the back of my legs. I'm just pointing that out so the rest of you can get the full mental picture of this ER visit.
Anyway, I spend an hour waiting behind my little curtain, listening to the guy beside me with the groin injury getting a painkiller shot in his ass and the lady across from me discussing the red spot on her boob that may or may not be an infection (Totally understand what you're going through there, lady). I end up going home with three prescriptions and orders to take SEVEN PILLS A DAY (because that is so much more effective than one shot in the bum, isn't it?) for the next five days, and look at that? Guess what four of those pills a day will be even though I explained what happens when I take it?
Benadryl.
Wankers.
That's me, always looking at the bright side, yes?
Firstly, when I went to bed around eight am, the house had power. When I woke up at noon because it was quiet - too quiet - it did not. I believe it is a testament to just how spoiled I am that my biggest worry at that point wasn't that it was roughly freezing outside and my heater might be gas but the thermostat that ran it was electric and no power meant no heat, no my biggest worry was "What the heck am I going to do when I get up tonight? I'm going to be soooo bored."
Then I promptly called the power company to confirm that the entire area was sans power, rolled over and went back to sleep.
I woke up around one to the sounds of the heater kicking in, and dragged my ass out of bed to make sure all three computers were still in working order. Of course, once I had Gilderoy all booted up again and actually connected to the internet (on the first try for once), I had to say hello to a few people on YIM, and next thing I know I'm curled up in bed once more, this time with Awesomesauce and even more spoiled than me Bellatrix as a lap warmer.
That's when I noticed that the irritating dry skinish itch that had been bothering me on the backs of my knees had progressed to OMGWHYWON'TYOUSTOPITCHING.
Hives. All over the back of my knees, and already spreading down my calves.
You know what works great for hives? Benadryl. You know what I don't keep in the house because it makes me extremely dizzy, slightly queasy and very sleepy in what the doctors like to call 'a reaction' sort of way? Benadryl.
You know what else I apparently don't keep in the house? Anything useful for when one breaks out in an itchy rash. The aloe I had for the sunburn I picked up last summer did nothing.
I've broken out in hives roughly four times before - three were related to allergies, the fourth was stress induced. (You try spending an hour sitting on an exam table in a front opening paper gown, waiting on your doctor to remember that you exist and have an appointment for your "Woman's Wellness" exam when you hate doctors, tables that come with stirrups, cranky nurses and blood pressure cuffs that make your arm turn GRAY because it has cut off all circulation below the elbow as it decides to run the squeezy cycle for the third time straight! By the time the doctor arrived, I was pretty much a giant red, itchy blotch.)
I take a Claritin, because that's technically an antihistamine, I think, and run some shells and fish to Nook's store on Animal Crossing. After being lectured on my poor snowball rolling skills by a snowman - who I flip off because I can - I decide that perhaps it would be best if I took a nap and let the Claritin do it's thing.
At seven thirty, Sarah calls and wakes me up and the itching is still there and ohmygodwhywon'titSTOP. Off to the ER, then.
Where I'm told "You're having an allergic reaction to 'something'." Really? No shit, Sherlock.
"Or it could be stress. You might be having stress." Really? Seriously, no duh.
"Either way, rather than giving you a shot that will clear all that up pretty quickly, we prefer to have you take some oral medication over the course of the next five days. It works just as well as the shot, but there's no..." AND THEN HE MAKES A POKEY STABBY MOTION AT MY ASS!
My. Ass.
I've had that shot before - Even with the hatred of needles, I liked that shot. That shot made the itching stop. I would have married that shot at the time. - and I understand that it goes around the rumpus area and he wasn't actually making some sort of suggestive anal play gesture, but seriously... My. Ass.
Now might be a good time to point out that just moments before Doctor Feelgood had been on his hands and knees on the floor behind me with me holding my skirt up so that he could get a good look at the back of my legs. I'm just pointing that out so the rest of you can get the full mental picture of this ER visit.
Anyway, I spend an hour waiting behind my little curtain, listening to the guy beside me with the groin injury getting a painkiller shot in his ass and the lady across from me discussing the red spot on her boob that may or may not be an infection (Totally understand what you're going through there, lady). I end up going home with three prescriptions and orders to take SEVEN PILLS A DAY (because that is so much more effective than one shot in the bum, isn't it?) for the next five days, and look at that? Guess what four of those pills a day will be even though I explained what happens when I take it?
Benadryl.
Wankers.
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