You can't scratch if you're Blogging
Alternate title: My kingdom for a truckload of Calamine lotion.
There's so much to catch up on since GoalieMan went to CA and came home. I got bronchitis again, and since my doc and new allergist (I need to post about my New! Doctors!) think that allergies are the culprit for my chronic bronchitis, my doc put my on Biaxin XR. After the first 10 day course, she said if I wasn't feeling better, to get the refill, and she'd keep me on it, up to 30 days total. Even though I had some wonky side effects with it, I started the second round.
Last Wednesday, my lips felt really sore and chapped. By Thursday, I looked like I had a run-in with Botox & Silicone injections. Great lips, I admit. Really, I was both alarmed and attracted to my puffy yet Angelina Jolie-esque new lips. I chalked it up to sitting out in the lovely sunny & breezy weather, and after some dosing with Blistex, my lips went back to normal.
Friday, my palms started itching. Enough so that when I scratched, they got red and my hands started swelling. Dummy that I am, I took that night's dose of Biaxin. And a few hours later--I had an itchy throat. CRAP. I had to take off my wedding ring, my hands were getting puffier.
So no more Biaxin, I upped my Zyrtec and added a little benadryl. Fine, dandy, until GM and I cleaned up my dresser and window which had become a Home for Orphan Dustbunnies. He got the worst of it with the Dyson, and I started wiping off things. My hands got a little itchier. I got winded, and plopped on the bed with an icepack for my head.
When I got the sensation that a colony of fireants had declared war on my skin, I took a look in the mirror. I had a quickly-spreading rash of bright red hives around my neck and crawling down my arms. More benadryl, a shower. We think the combo of the dust and activity send my body over the edge.
Today, the rash covers pretty much my whole upper body. I kept waking up all night, realizing I was scratching my hands in my sleep. My dear sweet Superboy, a veteran of eczema, watched me scratching this morning. He gently took my hands and started rubbing them, saying "Mommy, you can't scratch." He eagerly ran off to get the hemp fabric we use for wet wraps (you apply anti-itch cream or lotion, wet the strips, then wrap them over the affected area and let it soak in and moisturize).
I'm waiting for doctors to get back to me, and trying to keep my hands busy so I will stop scratching.
The moral of this Blog post: LISTEN TO YOUR BODIES. They really do like you and try several times to warn you that whatever you're doing should be stopped. And then they will get your attention via icky itchy hives.
Grumble, grumble (trying not to scratch) grumble.
Go, watch a scene from one of my favorite movies, Hitch. I'm probably going to need a Benadryl Juicebox too.
There's so much to catch up on since GoalieMan went to CA and came home. I got bronchitis again, and since my doc and new allergist (I need to post about my New! Doctors!) think that allergies are the culprit for my chronic bronchitis, my doc put my on Biaxin XR. After the first 10 day course, she said if I wasn't feeling better, to get the refill, and she'd keep me on it, up to 30 days total. Even though I had some wonky side effects with it, I started the second round.
Last Wednesday, my lips felt really sore and chapped. By Thursday, I looked like I had a run-in with Botox & Silicone injections. Great lips, I admit. Really, I was both alarmed and attracted to my puffy yet Angelina Jolie-esque new lips. I chalked it up to sitting out in the lovely sunny & breezy weather, and after some dosing with Blistex, my lips went back to normal.
Friday, my palms started itching. Enough so that when I scratched, they got red and my hands started swelling. Dummy that I am, I took that night's dose of Biaxin. And a few hours later--I had an itchy throat. CRAP. I had to take off my wedding ring, my hands were getting puffier.
So no more Biaxin, I upped my Zyrtec and added a little benadryl. Fine, dandy, until GM and I cleaned up my dresser and window which had become a Home for Orphan Dustbunnies. He got the worst of it with the Dyson, and I started wiping off things. My hands got a little itchier. I got winded, and plopped on the bed with an icepack for my head.
When I got the sensation that a colony of fireants had declared war on my skin, I took a look in the mirror. I had a quickly-spreading rash of bright red hives around my neck and crawling down my arms. More benadryl, a shower. We think the combo of the dust and activity send my body over the edge.
Today, the rash covers pretty much my whole upper body. I kept waking up all night, realizing I was scratching my hands in my sleep. My dear sweet Superboy, a veteran of eczema, watched me scratching this morning. He gently took my hands and started rubbing them, saying "Mommy, you can't scratch." He eagerly ran off to get the hemp fabric we use for wet wraps (you apply anti-itch cream or lotion, wet the strips, then wrap them over the affected area and let it soak in and moisturize).
I'm waiting for doctors to get back to me, and trying to keep my hands busy so I will stop scratching.
The moral of this Blog post: LISTEN TO YOUR BODIES. They really do like you and try several times to warn you that whatever you're doing should be stopped. And then they will get your attention via icky itchy hives.
Grumble, grumble (trying not to scratch) grumble.
Go, watch a scene from one of my favorite movies, Hitch. I'm probably going to need a Benadryl Juicebox too.
Labels: Biaxin, Hitch, hives, Medications
posted by The Headache Slayer & Co. @ 3:19 PM
2 Comments:
At 4:56 PM,
Theresa said…
SHEESH! Did you call your allergist? I can't remember if you've had allergy testing or not, but if you haven't, I highly recommend it! E used to get severe hives on her hands if she even came into contact with a few cat hairs, and it drove her crazy. Thank God for Atarax, to help with the itchy hives!
At 7:26 AM,
deborah said…
Laughing - with you, not at you. Alright alright, I'm so laughing at you. But it's pretty funny. Been there. Angelina lips! Good one. Hope you feel better. Hey, at least you don't have to taste the after effects of metal from the Biaxin, right?
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