Guess who has a rash that likes to pop up whenever it likes?
Still me.
I've put a lot of thought into the fact that this thing seems to be selective of when it rears it's ugly head. I tried to figure out what change may be causing it. I tried to retrace my steps to see to what I could have exposed myself. Nothing is adding up. Except... I remember thinking that it felt like my conscious thought was triggering it. As if the more I dwelled on it the more often it popped up and worse it got. I also made note of the fact that twice I started to break out and decided to go to sleep without treating it, only to be completely clear when I woke up again.
I may have been closer to the truth when I suspected my conscious thoughts to be the trigger. I think this thing is brought on by stress. Before I'm written off as crazy, I'll explain:
My first breakout occured when I was running late getting to work. My knees started to itch as I was driving. Once I got there I was then reprimanded for my tardiness. Words like losing and write-up were tossed around. All the while, the itch on my knees spread up my legs and to my arms. The worst occurrence happened when I was worried I'd be late to my other job and was rushing to get there. While in the car, I was watching the thing spread across my skin while eyeing the clock to make sure I made it to work (that time I did). That occurrence was probably strongest because I was freaking out at the many possibilities of what this rash could be.
It's simple, I wake up fine. It's when I am going to work (usu. rushing) or dealing with some situation whilst at work where it starts. Basically, the more on my plate the more bumps across my skin.
I've known for years that I get stress headaches. I once had a situation where I had a person who only needed to say two words before I had a headache. Just recently I have noticed that my stress headaches are making a comeback. The likes of which I'd rather not see. This is a first for me breaking out from stress. I know it isn't diagnosed but I'm willing to believe it. I'd be more worried if everytime I went to sleep it didn't clear up just to come back again when I fussing over something.
All of that being mulled over, I'm currently trying to wain myself off of antihistamines. There's no way taking two every two hours is healthy. I've even stopped freaking out when I break out. I believe that may be part of the reason the outbreaks aren't as bad as they were. That or maybe something to do with the medication that was prescribed to me. Who's to say at this point? I'm just glad it's weakening. Hopefully I don't eat my words tomorrow.
Tuesday, January 7, 2014
Monday, January 6, 2014
I love to sleep
Coming home and going straight to bed is a best practice to me. It's better than anything else I can think of for shaking off the day and calming the nerves. Or for dealing with the adverse affects of too many antihistamines. Either way, I love it. Like I said yesterday, it isn't conducive towards achieving certain goals, but it'll make them less stressful.
I'm sure it can be gathered that I am still dealing with this rash/breakout/random-skin-issue. I still don't know what it is. I'm not even sure, with the cocktail of OTC and prescription drugs I am taking, what is treating it. I came home and slept. It's the best thing I could do. I felt slightly woozy all day. Almost as if I was on the border of losing my bearings and passing out. As I cannot say when I have ever passed out before, it would be a big deal if I did.
Back to sleep. There are definitely times when it is better than others to sleep off your problems. I'll go on record to say that today probably wasn't the best day for me to ignore my life for the better part of this evening. I probably shouldn't sleep my day away when I have laundry climbing the wall, or trash that needs to be thrown out. Maybe this is the time to wash my bed clothes in order to make sure that I'm not breaking out from something I'm laying in. Maybe. I could be organizing my media, or filing my paperwork, or doing a million other things to make my living situation more manageable. Nope. I'd rather sleep.
Call me lazy, but at least I'm not freaking out over my life back up due to a lack of sleep on top of everything else. My weeks will be normal here soon. I'll be able to have a day off again. A day that I can devote to keeping my home life in check. Finding time to deal with these things now is apparently too much work for me. Or maybe I should just call it...
Lazy.
I'm sure it can be gathered that I am still dealing with this rash/breakout/random-skin-issue. I still don't know what it is. I'm not even sure, with the cocktail of OTC and prescription drugs I am taking, what is treating it. I came home and slept. It's the best thing I could do. I felt slightly woozy all day. Almost as if I was on the border of losing my bearings and passing out. As I cannot say when I have ever passed out before, it would be a big deal if I did.
Back to sleep. There are definitely times when it is better than others to sleep off your problems. I'll go on record to say that today probably wasn't the best day for me to ignore my life for the better part of this evening. I probably shouldn't sleep my day away when I have laundry climbing the wall, or trash that needs to be thrown out. Maybe this is the time to wash my bed clothes in order to make sure that I'm not breaking out from something I'm laying in. Maybe. I could be organizing my media, or filing my paperwork, or doing a million other things to make my living situation more manageable. Nope. I'd rather sleep.
Call me lazy, but at least I'm not freaking out over my life back up due to a lack of sleep on top of everything else. My weeks will be normal here soon. I'll be able to have a day off again. A day that I can devote to keeping my home life in check. Finding time to deal with these things now is apparently too much work for me. Or maybe I should just call it...
Lazy.
So many things working against me
It appears that a 60-hour work week, continuous doses of diphenhydramine and an old computer is not conducive to blogging everyday. I come home and turn on my computer and as I'm waiting for things to get ready I fall asleep.
I'm feeling fairly ridiculous. Every time this thing pops up it seems to get worse.Yesterday was really bad. This whole thing started with me breaking out around the knees and up the back of my legs. That was day one. Now it's popping up on the soles of my feet, my hands, wrists and stomach as well.
Everything is coming back, so I'm going to try to sleep through it. Hopefully the diphenhydramine will have kicked in by the time I wake up again. Please, dear goodness, let the itching be gone.
Saturday, January 4, 2014
A one day thing? Not on my life
Soooooooo. Here I was just thinking that my little rash was something that would pop up, convince me to see a doctor and then go away without a trace. Do all of that in the course of a day and convince me that I was just crazy.
At least I'm not crazy, about that anyway.
My breakout started to come back seemingly immediately after the diphenhydramine wore off. I wasn't thrilled. I partially expected when I went to sleep that I'd wake up covered in the ever growing rash. However when I awoke this morning, I wasn't completely covered and could still breathe. Good right? Not quite. It didn't take me over while I slept. I thought I would be just fine because it had run it's course. Then I was awake, not coming out a sleep, just awake and the itching started. It was as if my conscious thought was triggering the outbreak. Basically being told that this would take a few days at least to clear up.
I wasn't going to fill the prescription. I'm notorious for not doing so. I have been to the doctor several times where they tell me what I already know and write a prescription that I never fill. I usually get irritated at how much the visit costs and refuse to spend anymore money on what I can be self medicating. I never said I was always practical. Anyway, I got over that when the itching started again. I filled my prescription and decided to trust this expensive doctor.
It appears that I will be on meds for at least thirty days. This should be fun. Here's hoping for no further adverse reactions.
At least I'm not crazy, about that anyway.
My breakout started to come back seemingly immediately after the diphenhydramine wore off. I wasn't thrilled. I partially expected when I went to sleep that I'd wake up covered in the ever growing rash. However when I awoke this morning, I wasn't completely covered and could still breathe. Good right? Not quite. It didn't take me over while I slept. I thought I would be just fine because it had run it's course. Then I was awake, not coming out a sleep, just awake and the itching started. It was as if my conscious thought was triggering the outbreak. Basically being told that this would take a few days at least to clear up.
I wasn't going to fill the prescription. I'm notorious for not doing so. I have been to the doctor several times where they tell me what I already know and write a prescription that I never fill. I usually get irritated at how much the visit costs and refuse to spend anymore money on what I can be self medicating. I never said I was always practical. Anyway, I got over that when the itching started again. I filled my prescription and decided to trust this expensive doctor.
It appears that I will be on meds for at least thirty days. This should be fun. Here's hoping for no further adverse reactions.
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.
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.
Thursday, January 2, 2014
What do I talk about for a year?
As I've mentioned in a previous blog, I like to do new things. This year I would like to blog everyday in 2014. I've had this account for six years and I only have 54 entries (and all of those aren't even public). That is an average of 9 entries a year. That is pathetic. I like to write. I like participating in narratives, whether it is making them up or reading them. Considering the wide range of things that I read, I'm down for just about any thought process. Of course a year's worth of writing had me thinking about what I would write about. In the end it boils down to me.
My problem is that I tend to spend a lot of time complaining about things. I find that I'm a bit more self conscious about doing so in writing. Not to say that I don't do complain via statuses and journal entries. Just that after a while I get tired of myself always having a moan about everything when few things are truly wrong. Now I'm not claiming that everything that will come out of me this year will be positive or decorated rainbows and sunshine. I'm just hoping that I may be able to find more pleasant things in my life to talk about.
I may need a point system. See in the end if I spend more time whinging that I do praising the world around me. I already have a feeling about what will win. While it seems that I am shaping this year to be only looking at the bright side and ignoring my irritations, no. It wouldn't be me if that was all you got. I happen to be very good at ranting. A lot of things bug me for a LOT of different reasons. I am very passionate and I have no problem expressing that. Basically this will be me being a slightly more irritable than normal human feeling emotions.
I make no promises that things won't get a bit sparse at times or that I won't post more than a couple of 10 reasons I'm grateful entries. I won't even promise a decent length for every entry because, well, I know me. However, I am deciding to have something up everyday. Here goes nothing.
My problem is that I tend to spend a lot of time complaining about things. I find that I'm a bit more self conscious about doing so in writing. Not to say that I don't do complain via statuses and journal entries. Just that after a while I get tired of myself always having a moan about everything when few things are truly wrong. Now I'm not claiming that everything that will come out of me this year will be positive or decorated rainbows and sunshine. I'm just hoping that I may be able to find more pleasant things in my life to talk about.
I may need a point system. See in the end if I spend more time whinging that I do praising the world around me. I already have a feeling about what will win. While it seems that I am shaping this year to be only looking at the bright side and ignoring my irritations, no. It wouldn't be me if that was all you got. I happen to be very good at ranting. A lot of things bug me for a LOT of different reasons. I am very passionate and I have no problem expressing that. Basically this will be me being a slightly more irritable than normal human feeling emotions.
I make no promises that things won't get a bit sparse at times or that I won't post more than a couple of 10 reasons I'm grateful entries. I won't even promise a decent length for every entry because, well, I know me. However, I am deciding to have something up everyday. Here goes nothing.
Wednesday, January 1, 2014
Welcome to the New Year!
How about a moment of reflection to see exactly what I was thinking. Sound good? Okay, let's go.
I have a project for this year. I have a project for every year. I've mentioned this before so I digress. It's time for the big reveal now that the dawning of the new year has happened. I want to take on the internet. What?
With my recent obsession with the little known site YouTube, I have decided to post videos on a regular basis. I have also decided to get into the wonderful world of documenting my thoughts in long, drawn-out prose. I want to post a blog, a blog that will have no rhyme or reason or relation to anything other than my peculiar thought processes, daily. As in everyday. So why are we supposed to be reflecting on what I possibly could have been thinking?
Enter my computer.
I am not that into having the latest electronics. I rebelled against CDs when they first came out. )Cassettes were just fine.) When that passed, I made myself believe that mp3 players were unnecessary, because who doesn't want to run around with a backpack full of CDs in order to have variety when listening to their portable CD player? My television still has tubes. I held onto my cellphone for so long that by the time I upgraded it, which was necessary if I wanted to push a button without it spazzing and turning off, the cellular device saleslady (that's right, her job is to know phones) didn't recognize my Blackberry Pearl at all. Before her time, I guess. That being said it won't surprise you to know that I bought my Compaq Presario C500 in 2007.
Yeah.... I have gotten it into my head that I want to record footage, import it to my 6+ year old computer, try to edit it and see if I can get it to upload. I believe my foolishness is starting to show. This may end all of my grand schemes of editing. It very well may be a year of videos that are continuous shots and drawn out soliloquies. I apologize in advance, or I would if anyone would be watching. We also cannot forget that with the blogging, my computer takes about 30 to 45 minutes to warm up. Yeah. Warm up. Like an ancient radio. It needs to consider how much it likes me for the better part of an hour so I can click on something and not have it take 5 minutes to respond. What was I thinking, indeed.
I will charge into this year and not look back. My devices and I may or may not make it, but only time will tell. So, as I sit here finishing off a one pound Snickers bar, I'll consider how some of my bad choices were completely worth it.
Happy New Year.
I have a project for this year. I have a project for every year. I've mentioned this before so I digress. It's time for the big reveal now that the dawning of the new year has happened. I want to take on the internet. What?
With my recent obsession with the little known site YouTube, I have decided to post videos on a regular basis. I have also decided to get into the wonderful world of documenting my thoughts in long, drawn-out prose. I want to post a blog, a blog that will have no rhyme or reason or relation to anything other than my peculiar thought processes, daily. As in everyday. So why are we supposed to be reflecting on what I possibly could have been thinking?
Enter my computer.
I am not that into having the latest electronics. I rebelled against CDs when they first came out. )Cassettes were just fine.) When that passed, I made myself believe that mp3 players were unnecessary, because who doesn't want to run around with a backpack full of CDs in order to have variety when listening to their portable CD player? My television still has tubes. I held onto my cellphone for so long that by the time I upgraded it, which was necessary if I wanted to push a button without it spazzing and turning off, the cellular device saleslady (that's right, her job is to know phones) didn't recognize my Blackberry Pearl at all. Before her time, I guess. That being said it won't surprise you to know that I bought my Compaq Presario C500 in 2007.
Yeah.... I have gotten it into my head that I want to record footage, import it to my 6+ year old computer, try to edit it and see if I can get it to upload. I believe my foolishness is starting to show. This may end all of my grand schemes of editing. It very well may be a year of videos that are continuous shots and drawn out soliloquies. I apologize in advance, or I would if anyone would be watching. We also cannot forget that with the blogging, my computer takes about 30 to 45 minutes to warm up. Yeah. Warm up. Like an ancient radio. It needs to consider how much it likes me for the better part of an hour so I can click on something and not have it take 5 minutes to respond. What was I thinking, indeed.
I will charge into this year and not look back. My devices and I may or may not make it, but only time will tell. So, as I sit here finishing off a one pound Snickers bar, I'll consider how some of my bad choices were completely worth it.
Happy New Year.
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