I have some tendencies toward insomnia several times a week. I decided that maybe while I am up twiddling my thumbs in the wee hours, I could actually be writing in my blog! Wow, wonder of all wonders.
Tonight, along with my regular insomniac moment, I seem to have broken out in hives. I cannot stop itching like crazy. I finally turned on the light, and low and behold, the right side of my body is covered in welts. The worst part of it is my palms. They are completely swollen and red. Tingly sensations accompanied by pulsing heat penetrates my skin from within. I was so proud of growing out my nails the last couple weeks, but since I have been using these clawed beauties to scratch my skin raw in the last couple hours, I doubt I will have any nails left. Or skin. I swallowed two Benadryl capsules hoping to stop the insanity, but so far nil. I fully expect to feel a little woozy and drugged from the Benadryl, but if it helps the hives then so be it. I just hope I can wake up in the morning when my alarm goes off. If this doesn't stop in the next hour, I will be making a solo trip to the ER, because I simply cannot stand it any longer.
This weekend I threw caution to the wind and dusted off my road bike. I decided it was time to get back on and see if I can actually put this thing to good use. The first day the whole fam damily decided to go. We took the girls with us on an 8 mile ride, and of course they did just fine. They are total champs. The bad thing about this ride is that there is no bike lane or shoulder for some portions of the ride and cars can go whizzing by you at 55 or 65 mph. Not good, when you have an 8 year old cranking down on her mountain bike pedals just trying to keep up with us. Needless to say, we all made it home without any of us becoming road kill, and we enjoyed the ride very much. This morning, I woke up to some very stiff shoulders and a very sore posterior. Before I even had a chance to open my eyes, Felipe was bouncing around asking me if I was ready to go biking again, this time without the kids. Uh, sure. I did almost the entire ride in an upright position off my seat because I thought for sure that my posterior was so black and blue, I would only add to further bruising. Eventually we made it back home, and I even think I might want to torture myself again tomorrow.
Wow, I just realized that I have stopped feeling the overwhelming urge to scratch myself to death. Along with this feeling of relief comes a very fuzzy headed feeling that can only be attributed to the miracles of Benadryl. I guess sleep is approaching quickly.
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Hey you! Sorry it took me so long to respond to your post. I feel like I've been living outside of everything for the past 3 weeks or so.
Sorry about the hives. THAT sucks! I've totally been there, done that. 'Course, it was almost 10 years ago, but I wouldn't wish that on anyone!
Have you gone to an allergist yet to determine any allergies that MIGHT have caused it? From what I know, and have heard/read, hives on the palms are more common in drug/food allergies. Either way, I hope it gets resolved permanently and never comes back!
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