Hives? are you serious?

So yesterday Megan and I boarded our Southwest flight from San Diego to Sacramento. It was 5pm. We had a wonderful time at the Zoo and Sea World (pictures to come).

Before the plane left the ground I started scratching. First my armpits...then my torso. Soon it was my legs and my neck. I have never broken out with hives before, but that's exactly what was happening to me.

When we got home, I took a shower...foolishly thinking I could wash off the itch while my entire body remained covered in welts and splotches.

Oh, that's attractive.

Admitting defeat, I took an allergy pill and went to bed.

In the morning I found no relief so I called the doctor. Within 2 hours I was in the office scratching and coughing while a new symptom was fighting for my attention...a sore neck.

I also had a fever. Diagnosis? A virus for the cold symtoms (duh) and hives from something I came into contact with that I am very allergic to. (duh) Of course it would be way to difficult to figure out what that is. Probably something at Sea World. Of course... why didn't I think of that? Oh yeah, I did.

Why do we go to the doctor? It's like we are mostly certain of what is wrong with us, but just in case...

However, he gave me an allergy pill that worked so much better than my over-the-counter...make you feel like your head isn't attached to your body...allergy medicine. So that's good. He perscribed me a steriod too...just in case the super-charged, but extremely tiny miricle pill didn't do the trick. Thankfully, I won't need it. I don't like taking any drugs if I don't absolutely have to. Makes you wonder what is in that stuff they hand over for free, doesn't it?

Well, good night folks. Another day, another adventure. I love life...including the ups and downs, bumps and bruises.

BTW- my birthday is in 2 days. February 22nd. I will be 37. Holy crap.