I guess it's a good thing I'm set up to work from home, because being naked in your office is probably a fire-able offense. At least in my case it should be... The swelling seems to have subsided for the most part, the welts are individual and not one giant welt and beginning to fade in most places. However, where clothing touches me - and apparently irritates me - the welts got so large as to look like tumors and itched ferociously. Solution? Oatmeal bath, hydrocortisone cream, Benadryl - and no clothes. But it would seem that the "no clothes" bit is key here. I did get dressed to go to work briefly (to print out the stuff for tomorrow), and when I got back the panty lines and the bra lines were all flared up and driving me nuts. My eyelids are swelling up again too. The hives are spreading from my knees down and my elbows down, but not as viciously as yesterdays bodily takeover. The bath and the hydrocortisone halted that march fairly easily - but what do you do about eyelids?
I will continue along the same vein tomorrow (workwise) and see if I can't get this thing totally undercontrol. Gah.
In other news, being the mostly home-bound parent, I took Z-boy to school AND picked him up at the bus stop. Darling Man was not feeling well (there is a nasty bug making the rounds here) so I got kid duty.
When Z-boy got off the bus, he bragged that he'd gotten half his homework done on the way home. Then he complained because some kid told on him because he was writing on the bus (is that a problem???) Then, because I was craving something naughty, I suggested we go down to the ice cream store and get a couple of regular cones - having discovered the waffle cones are WAY too much ice cream and sugar to be handled in one day). He said that sounded like a fine idea, so as we drove up to order, I asked what kind of ice cream he wanted. And he said he CHANGED HIS MIND. Don't get all excited yet, you mommy-readers. He decided he wanted a brownie fudge sundae instead. I told him no and he proceeded to throw the most marvelous tempertantrum. Tears and wails. I'm sure the gal on the other end of the ordering mike was just thrilled to witness such a display. I very calmly ordered two single scoops of ice cream in cups and drove around. Z-boy screamed that that was NOT what he wanted, and I said fine. That's what I ordered and he would have to live with me giving it to Daddy instead. He screamed and cried all the way home and when we got there, I calmly got out of the car, and went into the house without saying a word. He followed me in, watched me put Darling Man's new ice cream in the freezer and sniffed. I told him to go to his room. He stomped down there screaming and wailing - and I, of course, grabbed the camera:
How could I NOT record this for posterity?
Actually, this was very unusual for him. He must have had a fairly trying day to have reacted like that. Or he's so used to getting his own way that he's shocked when he doesn't. Either way, it's only the second picture of a tempertantrum I've got of him in the last 8 years. Amazing, NO?