Just Itching

What a year this has been. Last week I had pneumonia, not all that uncommon for me, but it turned out I was allergic to the antibiotic. I would never have guessed this on the first day, or even the fifth day, but by the sixth day there was a teeny tiny warning sign that I ignored.

On the seventh day there was no rest at all. I woke up after a fitful night, scratching! Finally getting out of bed and looking in the mirror I saw this red lumpy, bumpy creature staring back at me. Tons of Benedryl later I was covered head to toe in a torturous, hideous red rash.

Today I went to the doctor and she asked if I wanted to just wait it out? It was the first time I ever wanted to throttle her. Obviously she has never spent three days with almost no sleep, scratching. Even my ears are infected now, so I came home with Prednisone and ear drops and I’m still itching!

I’m sitting here with two ice cubes on the floor under my burning toes and every few minutes I stop to put more anti-itch cream on, or go swallow another Benedryl. Actually the ice works better than anything else, but I’d have to submerge myself in a tub of it to get much relief.

I tried to write something else, but obviously I am a bit preoccupied at the moment. Let me make it through the night, because surely tomorrow is going to be better!