Well, I don't have to do this naked anymore...
Last night, I took my oatmeal bath, smeared hydrocortisone cream all over, took two Benadryl and had the best night's sleep I'd had in a long time. Still itchy in the morning, so I took another bath and waited to see what would happen. By lunch time, most of the itchies were gone (except where elastic was close like waistbands and bra straps), but those eventually subsided too. I ate a bowl of spaghetti for lunch and was feeling a bit sleepy. Contemplating a possible nap, I yawned, placing my fingertips over my lips (so polite)... and then... what was this?
I snapped completely awake. I couldn't feel my lips. So I went to look. Can you say Melanie Griffith? Angelina Jolie? Meg Ryan? Any other fish-mouthed actress you can think of? OMG. It looked like someone had gone wild with the collagen!
And then it didn't stop with my lips. Soon my cheeks, my chin... my whole face was blowing up.
I went to the doctor. The nurses did double takes. When my doctor came in, I explained that I would now accept the title of problem child because it seems like one thing after another.... He listened to my heart, my lungs (in case the swelling was affecting them), felt my neck, looked down my throat. Shook his head. Best guess is that this is yet another manifestation of my apparent sensitivity to this drug. I KNEW that nasty-tasting pill was bad!!!! He prescribed prednisone, which I will start tomorrow. Good news? My blood pressure was completely normal. 120/70. Hurray!
I needed that little bit of good news because the next thing he said was not so good. They got the results of my biopsy. Abnormal. All the way across. They want to send me to a plastic surgeon to do a "wide excise" biopsy and see what's what. Yikes! I don't know what all that's going to entail or when it's going to happen, but I am NOT excited. Still, better to get it over with and have whatever needs to be done done.
What with all that's been going on with me, I have missed a lot of KenPo. But for the knowledge I have, I feel like when I go back, I'll be starting from square one, physically. I will go and talk to Master Jerry tomorrow and see what kind of financial arrangement I can make for the time being. I don't know how long I will be out of class, but I do not wish to give it up. I will do what I can at home. It just can't be terribly vigorous right now until we figure out what's going on with me.
My lips are calming down a bit, but the rest of my face is still puffy. This has been one scary day!
Tomorow will be better though. Darling Man and I are seriously thinking about making an offer on the "fantasy" house. I have another appointment tomorrow to look at it with our realtor buddy. I will take indoor pictures this time. Apparently there is room to negotiate - and there will be a lot of negotiating, believe me. It's way overpriced and the carpeting needs replacing. But I want to go back to feel the space. Is it happy space? or awkward space? Will I be happy here for a long time?
I have financial stuff to work out and consider before we do make an offer, but I feel fairly confident that if I get my price, the financial stuff will work out on it's own. Talking to the bank tomorrow.