I just hate going to the doctor. If you have a reason to go there, it means your life is being re-routed for a while and it's going to cost you. It costs you time, money, and some degree of discomfort. However, you don't really know to what extent for any of these.
So I woke up today covered in hives. Yesterday I saw a few red spots. Today, there were only a few non-red spots. Of course, they can't tell you what it's from or relieve the itching much either. Her official prognosis was that "you're in for a bad couple of days". Gee thanks. I'm now on prednisone, which promises increased appetite, trouble sleeping, mood swings, irritability and feeling "keyed up". So far, it's right on target.
On another note, I got to go to Target to get my script filled. So I had to look at every aisle. No use hurrying home or anything. Some days, I think Target has the ability to take over the world. I'm so brainwashed that I don't even care.
I just hope this goes away soon.
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