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So now I'm really freaking out. I took a shitload of antihistamines and the hives subsided and I felt a little bit better last night. Until three a.m. when I was woken by more itching and a return of the hives. I'd felt off all day yesterday with some dizziness and generally not feeling well and such, that was back too. Except now my lips have randomly gone numb, my throat was a bit tight and sore with some trouble swallowing, and the bottom of my feet hurt (wtf feet?!?!?). I panicked and woke poor vagabondage, who calmed me down enough to take inventory that, yes, I am still breathing fine, no it wasn't getting worse as time went on, and once I was actually talking to another human being, though it appears freaky enough that I definitely need to see a doctor first thing in the morning, but not immediately life threatening. Scared the ever living shit out of me, though, and I'm now sitting here wide awake, itching, wondering what in the hell is wrong with me. Allergic reaction is the obvious guess, but I sincerely have not eaten anything new, used any sort of deterent or soap product that is new, nothing has changed. And now I'm whining to the internet because I can't sleep and my inner hypochondriac is insisting that this spells DOOM or something. I don't know. I swear if this is yet another way in which my body has decided to express crazy I am going to be so pissed off

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Back from the doctor and confirmed as not dying. Diagnois...unspecified allergic reaction (duh). To what? Who knows. I was given IV doses of steroids and antihistamines and some other thing, and prescription steroids to take for the next week along with Benadryl. Though I'm not sure how much good it did, since a new batch of hives decided to say howdy on my face on the way home. The numbness and throat tightness seem to have eased way up though.

The only freaky part about the whole thing...we've established I'm a hypochondriac right? You know what, if you are a doctor, you should not do with me? Start looking very concerned while poking at a strange bruise on my arm, leave the room, then come back and say you want to do blood tests as well to make sure nothing is going on related to said bruise. And when pressed further mumble about checking white blood cell counts. I'VE SEEN MEDICAL PROCEDURALS ON THE TEEVEE, I KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS. Bloodwork came back okey dokey, my cells of various nature are kicking up a healthy storm. Just, y'know, a little discretion would have been awesome. A doctor should never have 'oh, shit' face until backed by actual 'oh, shit' news. I'm just sayin'.

Also, while at the hospital Zen and I attempted to figure out which medical drama we were in, reckoning that it was bad for me if it was either House or ER. Thankfully, a nurse came in asking me for a pee sample after I had already given one, and while we blinked at him confused he was called back by another nurse to go to the right room to get the pee from the other patient he was supposed to be asking...and then ten minutes later we hear the conversation that he's actually managed to still get the wrong person to pee in a cup. It was at this point we decided we were on Scrubs, and thus I would be just fine.