I decided, on my own, to try Claritin for these hives. It’s been working. Just as an experiment, I didn’t take one today. The results confirmed what I’ve always heard: The scientist should not use herself as a test subject. It’s gotten progressively worse over the course of the day. So I took another one just a few minutes ago, and hopefully it’ll kick in soon. Brian’s new theory is that I am allergic to our dryer sheets. I don’t really think it’s the case, since I think I have been using them for a while now, and because they are the kind with no perfumes, etc. Wouldn’t that be easier on a person’s skin? I don’t know. It’s maddening trying to figure this stuff out.
As I have been sitting here typing, the welts on my arms have been getting bigger and itchier. Maybe the secret is that they grow if you think about them. Wouldn’t that be cool. Maybe I could think about them being on someone else. What power.
Strangely, when I called my buddy in another state this afternoon, she said she is also suffering from some sort of itchy skin malady! Shingles and flea bites have been ruled out. Her situation sounds worse than mine, because she is also feeling icky and run down. Perhaps we both have some sort of virus. That’s what the doctors seem quick to tell us. Perhaps, at the college we both attended, we picked up some disease that is just now manifesting itself. Or maybe we ourselves were picked up during one of our many hikes in the NH forests by little scientists from another galaxy and made part of some vast experiment that is even now affecting thousands, if not millions, of people Earth-wide. Our Earth doctors have no clue this is happening, and so have labelled it Chronic Idiopathic Urticaria.
If cows start losing their lips around here, I’m freaking out.
That’s an alien mythology reference, in case anyone needs to know.