Failure comes swiftly and in all sizes for me

As if my body was afraid that I would run out of things to talk about, it, activated by my brain no doubt, broke out in hives yesterday. So who has two thumbs and spent 5 hours in the doctor? This girl.

Nothing is wrong with me of course. It's just that when you have a random rash that starts on one leg, jumps to the opposite then proceeds to spread up the back of both legs, jumps to the arms and solitary hand, you want a professional's opinion. It just kept spreading. Even after five hours, the doctor's visit and steroid shot I was still watching get bigger. That was when I said screw the doc's treatment and just went to the OTC. I had a diphenhydramine and proceeded to sleep it off. Hence the late entry and my failure.

What's ridiculous about this day is that I planned on writing this up at 5 pm when I got home. I turned on my computer and was waiting for it to warm up when I conked out and was dead to the world. So this is considered my January third entry and I will contribute later to January 4th.

Before going to bed I was teeming with many different rants about the medicine industry. I backtracked about putting that in written word when I remembered others that I care about and realized ultimately that doctors are wonderful people. They study long and hard to have to tell people what they don't want to hear. They get a bad reputation for other doctors carelessly euphanizing someone's aunt improperly. In my case, I don't quite feel that they are useless. I do, however, feel that I have neither enough money nor problems big enough for them to do anything of consequence without me leaving with an elevated level of irritation. As I type now I'm feeling a resurgence of my rash and becoming even more irritated. A couple hundred dollars just for it to come back in a few hours. I don't know what is setting it off and still, apparently, don't know how to treat it.

The longer I think about this the more frustrated I become. So my solution for myself is that I am going to stop thinking about this and go back to sleep. Hopefully I don't wake up covered in red splotches and welts. I'll know when I wake. At this rate, let us pray that I can still breathe in the morning as my right knee is itching again and that's where all of this started yesterday. To bed with me.