So, I was thinking this morning. I thought to myself, 'Self, I don't think we have quite enough going on right now. I don't think our life has reached quite the point of craziness that I would like to see. What should we do about that?' Well, I tapped my foot and a stroked my chin and then held up my crooked little finger and cried, 'I've got it! Hives! Huge, gross, scary-looking hives! Hives all over my body! Hives with no discernible cause! Hives that don't respond to antihistamines! That's the ticket!' 'Self,' I replied with a smile, 'you're a genius.'
Then I felt a little itch on my wrist. There were little bumps like tiny little mosquito bites. The itching steadily got worse and started to throb and in the time it took me to say, "Kyle! Look at these cute little hives!" my whole forearm was a giant hive. In an hour, it started to disappear and I thought the fun was over, but it soon reappeared on my upper arm - and stomach and back and legs and face. (Kyle gave me a sad look when they got up my neck to my cheek. 'It looks like California on your face,' he said.)
Luckily, it's Sunday and Kyle is home to take care of Collin, because I've spent the whole day trying not to completely lose my mind from the itching by slathering various creams, using cold compresses, and taking oatmeal baths (except that I can't put my left arm in the bath because I still have stitches from the SURGERY I JUST HAD LAST WEEK). I have NO idea what I'm reacting to, as I haven't used or eaten anything different recently. Hopefully, it works itself out in short order, because we have a week full of therapies and appointments ahead of us and I don't get time off for hives.