(Warning: You may find this entry more boring than usual.)
Minimizing stress seemed to help… until it, well, didn’t.
Rewashing my clothes in a different detergent seemed to help… until it, well, didn’t.
Drinking more water seemed to help until…. You get the idea.
“So, what’s this about?” you might be asking. It’s about the two months I’ve spent dealing with a bad case of hives. Yes, you read correctly: TWO MONTHS. All because I couldn’t figure out what the crap was causing me, on a daily basis, to look like the victim of some scary-looking (and extremely itchy) alien plague-and what, on a random basis, was making my eyes/lips/half my face swell up so badly I barely looked human. It got so awful that if I had health insurance, I definitely would’ve seen a doctor. I also realize at this point that it’s just sheer luck I didn’t develop anaphylaxis or that hives didn’t form in my throat (yes, that really happens), so I’m thankful for that.
For much of the last two months, I’ve been preoccupied with this. With wondering why this was happening and why it kept getting worse and fearing I was stuck with it since chronic hives are a thing. I’ve also been taking lots of Benadryl so I could semi-function and to keep from scratching my skin off, basically having to choose between being covered in itchy, burning welts and the fact that Benadryl usually either completely knocks me out or leaves me feeling like I’ve had a lobotomy. Once I take the stuff, assuming I can focus well enough to finish a task at all, it ends up taking a lot longer than it normally would.
The good news is I finally figured out what the problem was. (more…)