Murphy’s Law and swollen lips (without Botox).

Last week, while talking to a co-worker who is lactose intolerant, I said how I was glad I wasn’t allergic to anything. [Enter Murphy and his stupid law here]. BAM.

Saturday morning I woke up thinking a spider must have been stuck in my blanket and bit me all over in anger. I really only had about 7 sporadic itchy bumpy areas. But, by that evening those little “bites” had spread out and shown their true colors. Hives. Itchy, irritating, uncomfortable, dastardly bastards. Ok, no problem, Aveno oatmeal baths and Benadryl and I’m good, right?

Sunday morning I woke with more hives; more huge, red, itchy, exasperating patches of trouble. More Benadryl and Aveno and I was managing ‘ok’.

But, Monday morning was the worst. My whole upper body was inflamed, creeping up my neck where people could see. Then my lips did a Botox injection impression. Can you tell how swollen my lips are here (cell phone pic)?

So yeah, fun stuff. After the lips got swollen, then my hands did and my feet. By nightfall walking was pretty painful. When I got home from my short work shift, I was ready to crash for the night.

But no, my pushy motherly sister-in-law demanded we go to Urgent Care. Which was probably a good thing. My brother took a happy picture of me in the waiting room. Yes, I’m in my Jammies.

The doc gave me a prescription for some steroids and told me to buy Zyrtec. So, I slept good last night. I hadn’t realized how swollen everything was until I woke up this morning and it was pretty much gone. It takes a lot for me to succumb to visiting a doctor, so thanks Marie, I guess. ;)

So, what caused this week of discomfort? Not sure. It started the day after Me Kong. So, was it the new halibut dish I tried? Or was it a delayed reaction to antibiotics from my UTI a few weeks ago? No idea. I do know that I’m sick of being sick, and I’m going to work hard at not tempting Murphy anymore.