So, remember when I said I had some TIA's? For normal people, that would be enough medical disaster for awhile. I am not normal. Particularly in the medical/health arena. Therefore, it should not be a shock to anyone who knows me that in the last 2 days, things have gone horribly, itchily wrong. Oh, the itchy.
On Saturday night when I went to bed, my scalp was a bit itchy. Annoying, but not enough to keep me awake. Sunday morning, I woke up to what felt like billions of teeny tiny bugs crawling all over me with their teeny tiny pokey legs. The bright bathroom lights reflected a horror show in the mirror. My inner thighs, armpits, ribcage, and chest were covered with welts. Itchy, puffy, red spots. Did I mention the itchy?!! As the morning went by, I felt worse and worse. Clothes kept touching me. The hives grew and melded together into red masses of twitchy skin. I went down to out-patients to get some help, any help. Like maybe they could peel my skin off and get the bugs out.
The doctor decided that I was probably allergic to the blood thinners I started after the TIA's. Time to stop those VERY EXPENSIVE drugs which we bought a three month supply of. He said to go home, take some Benedryll, and it should help.
The Benedryl knocked me out for a few blissful hours, but when I woke up I was NOT better. In fact, things looked worse. Back down to out-patients, this time with the whole family in tow, since people stoned on Benedryl shouldn't drive. Hmmmmm. The doctor said we were dealing with a rather strong allergic reaction, and gave me a 5 day course of steroids. Back home again. This time, I was high as a kite on steroids. Yup, I got high on perscription steroids. Once I took my clothes off (blessed relief) and settled on the couch, things got better.....except I was wide awake. And high. And still a bit itchy.
This morning, I am back down to earth, drugged on Benedryl, and wondering if I can cut my hands and feet off. Things are better, but still making me nuts. My wrists and palms are crazy itchy. The soles of my feet are covered in hives. I look like I rolled around in poison ivy, with an extra dose scraped over my thighs and armpits. I have hives on my ears. I have a hive on my eyelid. Between my fingers, the corner of my mouth, and up and down my body. I really, really want a skin transplant. I get another steroid dose this evening, so at least I can look forward to that. Last night's dose made Micheal from the Office look 3D in my living room!
Today is the first day of school in the new semester. Naturally, I do not have sub plans ready. My plans for the day included getting to know my new classes. My poor substitute. I think he's going to show "Juno", since that's easy and it even fits my curriculum. Meanwhile, I am doing everything I can to not rip my red, puffy, swollen skin off. ARGHHHHHH.
Like Hubby said, it's a wonder I'm not allergic to the steroids. Or perhaps my body is waiting until I'm not paying attention, and then it will sprout some new horror.
Did I mention the everlasting, never ending, insanity inducing itching????