Wretched hives of scum and villainy
This time last night, I was having a major, major, major allergic reaction to…something. I don’t even know what. I was broken out in hives (all of which felt like they were full of bees) from head to toe, and even my fingers, throat, tongue and eyes were swelling. I wolfed down some Benadryl when I noticed that the problem was going from “slightly annoying” to “this is kinda scaring the bejeezus out of me”, but what really scares me is that I don’t know what it was an allergic reaction to. I didn’t handle any hay last night at the farm while we were dealing with Hannah’s situation, I didn’t eat anything yesterday that I hadn’t eaten a zillion times before, and I don’t recall coming into contact with anything foreign enough to make me say “yep, that’s it – that’s what I was allergic to.” It was more than a little bit scary. I felt better this morning, but at the same time still felt like chicken fried crap because of the Benadryl – that stuff leaves me in a fog for days, from a single dose. I was also worried about whether or not it was a contact thing that I might pass on to Evan during a diaper change or other routine contact; fortunately, this seems not to have been the case.
Fortunately this happened at night when I’m not the only person around to take care of Evan; if that had happened while I was here alone with him, I think the situation would’ve been ten times scarier. As for right now, I’m still a little itchy and my hands/fingers are still a bit swollen, but really my main problem is still trying to come out from under the Benadryl. One Benadryl. It’s kind of embarrassing to realize how easy it is to put me under like that.… Read more
