Things have been incident-y lately. Well, sort of. Monday a week ago, here was my day:
1. Arrived at work about 10 minutes late.
2. Opened up email, and my calendar popped up a reminder that I had a doctor’s appoint in 15 minutes. Doctor’s office is 45 minutes away. Called to cancel doctor’s appointment.
3. Went downtown to pick up tax certificates to file a plat. Was told the tax certificates wouldn’t be ready that day and I would have to come back.
4. Went to Starbucks for a compensatory coffee and waited patiently, and then impatiently, while the barista flirted with a co-worker who was distracting her, causing her to first get my order wrong and then forget about my order completely. Eventually another barista thought to ask me what drink I was waiting for.
5. Couldn’t find car in parking garage. Went to three different levels before I found it, with poor, not-feeling-well JLR trudging along beside me.
Came down with a cold over the weekend. It made me miserable, but I had too much work to do to stay home (although I did leave work 30 minutes early this past Monday).
So around the day of the missed doctor’s appointment and lost car in the parking garage, I noticed a spot appear on my abdomen that looked to me like maybe it was a hive. I have limited experience with hives, and I chalked it up to stress since I’d been working late a lot and have had a pretty tough schedule at work lately. Then, a few days later, another one appeared. And then a third. All on different parts of my body. I looked up pictures of ringworm online, just to be safe, and it didn’t look like that’s what I had. Went back to thinking it was hives. Scheduled appointment with allergist. Talked to my mom on the phone two nights ago and described the problem to her. She said, “I’ve never known anyone to get just one hive at a time. Ever.” I’ve known people to get just one hive, but I guess people don’t usually get one and then another one a few days later.
Went to the allergist today. She peered at the spots, touched them, gave me a look, and said, “Yeah, that’s not hives.”
Apparently, I have a fungus.
Bother.
3 comments:
I feel sooooo bad for you.
Thanks! I'm glad you feel bad for me. Your sympathetic comments help balance out the "Don't Even Think About Touching Anything I Own" overtone to everything you've said and done so far this evening.
You know what hives look like! Remember that time in Beaumont when my back broke out in hives? They were little, red, blistery looking welts! Almost like a bunch of tiny ant bites or something all over my lower back. You even photographed it with your phone and sent it to JLR for diagnosis. Knowing the two of you, it is probably still on your phone or in an ancient email folder. ;P
And, dude. Sorry about the fungus. Seriously...only you.
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