Yesterday, before work, I was slightly itchy.
Didn't think much of it.
At work (and I was more or less helping in the floral department), I was itchy again. Still didn't think a lot of it. The place is very dry, after all.
After work, I went to hang out with Bella and Mommy. *Itch, itch, itch*
O...k...Hey, maybe I didn't completely rinse myself off in the shower. I thought I did, but...maybe not.
After a few hours, I come back home and take a shower. Look at myself.
Fuck.
I'm blotchy. Upper arms, chest, my neck and shoulders. Belly, too.
They're itchy.
Hop in the shower.
Damn it, that's icky.
Get out of the shower. Show the man of the household.
"Wanna go get some cream or something?"
"I'm afraid to put clothes on!!!"
So he goes. Buys stuff. Comes home. We apply it.
A while later, I go to bed. I wake up a few times because of the itching. And hell, is more of my body itching? Damn. I have to work tomorrow, damn it.
I wake up. Look down. Shit.
Lower arms, wrists, hands, just under my knees on top of what I had last night.
I call my Mommy and cry.
Then I call out of work. The powers that be weren't pleased, even though I was quite clear in stating that I had a rash and it was spreading.
After that, I start looking for clinics and whatnot. Ah, the joys of being uninsured.
Try one place. It moved. OK. Can't find where it moved to. Go to Mommy and Lizziebeff's to find out and get a map.
OK, find it, get back in the Jerseymobile, and off me and the MOTH™ go.
Crap. Closed at noon. Just missed it.
Go to an immedicenter type place. Open all year round. Woo.
Wait, $150 just to see me?!?!? I can't afford that!!!!
Next on the list--Shopko's walk in clinic.
$49? I'm good.
Do the paperwork and whatnot.
Get taken into the room. The doctor sees my hands, ask if that's it and I tell her "Yes. But there's more."
So off goes my shirt.
One look (she seemed mildly grossed out) and I'm told it's an allergy.
Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.
What am I allgeric to? Damned if I know, but I'm taking steroids now.
Most of it is slowly clearing up, but it's spreading, too, at the same time.
Can I be any more talented?
Didn't think much of it.
At work (and I was more or less helping in the floral department), I was itchy again. Still didn't think a lot of it. The place is very dry, after all.
After work, I went to hang out with Bella and Mommy. *Itch, itch, itch*
O...k...Hey, maybe I didn't completely rinse myself off in the shower. I thought I did, but...maybe not.
After a few hours, I come back home and take a shower. Look at myself.
Fuck.
I'm blotchy. Upper arms, chest, my neck and shoulders. Belly, too.
They're itchy.
Hop in the shower.
Damn it, that's icky.
Get out of the shower. Show the man of the household.
"Wanna go get some cream or something?"
"I'm afraid to put clothes on!!!"
So he goes. Buys stuff. Comes home. We apply it.
A while later, I go to bed. I wake up a few times because of the itching. And hell, is more of my body itching? Damn. I have to work tomorrow, damn it.
I wake up. Look down. Shit.
Lower arms, wrists, hands, just under my knees on top of what I had last night.
I call my Mommy and cry.
Then I call out of work. The powers that be weren't pleased, even though I was quite clear in stating that I had a rash and it was spreading.
After that, I start looking for clinics and whatnot. Ah, the joys of being uninsured.
Try one place. It moved. OK. Can't find where it moved to. Go to Mommy and Lizziebeff's to find out and get a map.
OK, find it, get back in the Jerseymobile, and off me and the MOTH™ go.
Crap. Closed at noon. Just missed it.
Go to an immedicenter type place. Open all year round. Woo.
Wait, $150 just to see me?!?!? I can't afford that!!!!
Next on the list--Shopko's walk in clinic.
$49? I'm good.
Do the paperwork and whatnot.
Get taken into the room. The doctor sees my hands, ask if that's it and I tell her "Yes. But there's more."
So off goes my shirt.
One look (she seemed mildly grossed out) and I'm told it's an allergy.
Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.
What am I allgeric to? Damned if I know, but I'm taking steroids now.
Most of it is slowly clearing up, but it's spreading, too, at the same time.
Can I be any more talented?
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