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Hey, you'd stomp too (though perhaps not as prettily as the Hewlett), if you'd lost yours.
Yesterday, I woke up at 4 a.m. Well, I had gone to sleep so early the night before.
During the day, I received a more conciliatory IM from B from church (do you think he realised that perhaps he'd been a bit harsh before?). Later on, there was an e-mail from D the Deacon with her medical update.
But what shocked me the most was that I received a phone call from an unknown number which I answered with my customary skepticism: it was John calling from work, needing ... Doctor Helenka's advice. Why, pray tell? He, too, has come down with hives. Ack: makes me want to start scratching all over again. I had just enough time for a shower before he was supposed to drop in after work. I gave him two of my antihistamines and also lent him my can of Bactine. Now, with me it was easy. I knew what my trigger was. He's not so sure. But I told him he shouldn't drink any red wine until his symptoms dissipate. And to try to be extra aware of his symptoms to see if he can identify something that makes him feel worse. Oh ... and go to work on top of that. I hope he figures it out. And I gave him my own depressing medical news. Le sigh.
When he left, I scavenged for food. Last night's dinner was mortadella slices and gherkins. And, then, at 8:30 I needed a nap. I set the alarm for 11. I know: see how well that worked out. It's my magic flannel sheets: I'm sooooo cozy that my body ignores the alarm clock. Well, I'm up now. Time for some Perrier and a bit of reading. And, then, magic sheets again.
Obviously fluffy-headed hugs,
'lenka
Yesterday, I woke up at 4 a.m. Well, I had gone to sleep so early the night before.
During the day, I received a more conciliatory IM from B from church (do you think he realised that perhaps he'd been a bit harsh before?). Later on, there was an e-mail from D the Deacon with her medical update.
But what shocked me the most was that I received a phone call from an unknown number which I answered with my customary skepticism: it was John calling from work, needing ... Doctor Helenka's advice. Why, pray tell? He, too, has come down with hives. Ack: makes me want to start scratching all over again. I had just enough time for a shower before he was supposed to drop in after work. I gave him two of my antihistamines and also lent him my can of Bactine. Now, with me it was easy. I knew what my trigger was. He's not so sure. But I told him he shouldn't drink any red wine until his symptoms dissipate. And to try to be extra aware of his symptoms to see if he can identify something that makes him feel worse. Oh ... and go to work on top of that. I hope he figures it out. And I gave him my own depressing medical news. Le sigh.
When he left, I scavenged for food. Last night's dinner was mortadella slices and gherkins. And, then, at 8:30 I needed a nap. I set the alarm for 11. I know: see how well that worked out. It's my magic flannel sheets: I'm sooooo cozy that my body ignores the alarm clock. Well, I'm up now. Time for some Perrier and a bit of reading. And, then, magic sheets again.
Obviously fluffy-headed hugs,
'lenka
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