This past weekend has been a doozy for me. One little pain has turned into something much more than I was ready for physically or emotionally. After living with some pains that I thought would maybe just go away after a couple of days today makes day number 6 of a continuously changing problem.
Monday afternoon after a detailed checkup the diagnosis stared back at me. The horrible allergies that took up most of my time for way over two weeks were still messing with me. I had noticed that my congestion wasn’t exactly draining as it should. However, I wasn’t sneezing as much or blowing my nose I thought I was doing better last week, but I was wrong.
Last Friday night a pain in the back of my neck or maybe slightly above my neck was giving me troubles. Remember I thought it was a ‘crick in the neck’ pain, again I was wrong. I got my antibiotic and took the first dose Monday night. However, it took another whole day of the antibiotic for me to realize the toll it was already taking on my body.
My first allergic reaction to medicine happened in college. After Grandpa Freddy died all of a sudden I was drinking caffeine all the time lots of pop and very little water and juices. I can’t even remember if that was the ulcer I had in college. Those months after his death at school are hazy. I had to eventually take time off from school to heal and missed the rest of the semester. The hives I had were my last straw of my health concerns that year and were the reason I began mowing with my brother to start with and then with Mom during our summer months for the next decade plus. Being outside in the fresh air and mowing was my healing process.
However, going through the hives for the first time was scary. In fact I believed after listening to my fellow roommates there were I think 4 to 6 of us in this apartment, maybe just 4 of us. They had mentioned they had spider bites recently in this apartment and so that was what was in my head, never mind the new medicine I was taking. It hadn’t dawned on me to think otherwise. Until Nicole my roommate, a coworker in the Administration building, and choir mate saw the so-called bites. I can’t remember now if she was taking medical classes or if she just knew the difference. I don’t think our campus had any health care classes at that time.
I couldn’t sleep after she told me that and I remember being so darn itchy. I remember not being able to sleep that night and getting ready to leave to go home really early so I could get into my doctor the next morning. That was a long weekend. I wore a flannel shirt to bed pajama pants and socks and turned the fan on me so I wouldn’t want to scratch. It was a fan Aunt Martha and Uncle Ted gifted me for my high school graduation. It came in very handy.
Last night I don’t know what it was, but just little things were bugging me. My hands were beginning to feel like they did right before I knew I needed my carpal tunnel surgeries. I had noticed earlier my feet were redder from my bath than they usually were too but couldn’t explain why they looked so different. It wasn’t until late last night when I took another look at my feet that gave me the chills… it’s the hives again feeling.
Then subsequently I realized my hands were also red and blotched looking. I have not felt this scratching in a long time. I put socks on to keep me from scratching last night, but I also trimmed my fingernails in order to stop myself from scratching and hurting myself even worse with those longer nails. Goodness gracious this morning I found my copper fit gloves to wear so I would stop touching my hands even.
In college it took a full week to get through the hives. If that’s the case again I still have several days to get through. Plus I don’t have the medicine yet and won’t get it until tomorrow so it seems. It’s going to be another interesting weekend.
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