“Beware of bubonic plague today. Other than that, things will be fairly normal.”
From my Daily Humorscope

I’m allergic to something. We’ve yet to figure out exactly what the culprit is though. Saturday I was fine. Sunday I was fine until I got home, when I noticed that my wrists were slightly itchy and red, but I figured that was from playing with Pickle and the other animals at my mother’s house. I put some Calming Cream lotion on my wrists, took some Benadryl, and went to bed. Yesterday my skin rebelled against the mystery substance with a fantastic display of swelling and red blotches all over my boobs and down one side of my body. The itchiness on my wrists decided to stick around, leaving me with itchy forearms all day. By the time we’d gotten home from work it had spread down my chest, across my stomache, all over my lower back, and across the entire upper half of my thighs. It was not a pretty sight at all. Adding to the mix were several smaller splotches on my neck and around my mouth. We were debating at work about whether or not I had the plague or leprosy, and which customer(s) I may have caught it from.

Last night I managed to coat roughly half of my body with a mix of Benedry cream and hydrocortizone cream (with a little help from Eddie getting those hard to reach spots). I took a few Benedryl tabs for good measure and then went to bed after Heroes was over. In fact, I took more than the recommended dosage of the tabs in hopes that whatever allergic reaction was happening under my skin would stop and let me sleep, but I still woke up several times because I felt like I was sunburnt and covered in fire ants. When I did finally get up this morning, all the areas that we’d slathered with cream were back to normal. Unfortunately, all the areas that were normal when I went to sleep were red and itchier than hell.

I managed to get into the doctor’s this morning and was given about 4 scripts for the allergies. I’m still very itchy, but at least I’m not nearly as red as I was. Then we went to take Pickle to the vet’s office, and now we’re home. I called out because I looked like a freak, and now I’m pleasantly drowsy from the anti-itch drugs.

Tomorrow I get to register the truck, and then we get to go to my Dad’s for a cookout. With any luck we can get Pickle’s cage from my mother’s house after dinner, and get her settled back into the house.