Saturday, November 17, 2007

Oh joy

Well, this is going to be a great few days.

Notice the spots? Yeah.

A few days ago, I ran out of my main staple of showering, Dove Body Wash. Dove is my friend. So I grabbed a travel-size bottle of this citrus-lemongrass body wash we got at the Wynn when we were in Vegas back in February. I used it for three days. And I guess this is the result.

I only had a few bumps on my right arm on Thursday. By Friday, it had spread to my stomach. By this morning, it is creeping slowly down my legs.

I ended up at Urgent Care having a strep test and bloodwork done and pretty much nothing showed up. So now I have some steroids and Zyrtec and hopefully it will go away. The disturbing thing to me is that I apparently have a low-grade fever and my blood pressure is up. So I cancelled Monkey Man's playdate with Quentin and we will be laying low the rest of the day.

The higher blood pressure might be because of the phone call I got from Joey this morning. He was on the way to Blacksburg for the Hokies game and apparently got a call from my father-in-law about Thanksgiving. I believe my blood pressure started climbing at that precise moment of hearing that.

My in-laws have decided that they want to see my niece for Thanksgiving. My brother-in-law and his second wife have decided yet again to boycott the family get-together in favor of going to Myrtle Beach (I am starting to think they are the smart ones but whatever).

My in-laws' great plan? To invite my ex-sister-in-law and my niece to eat with us on Thanksgiving day.

My niece is delightful. Really a sweet kid. Her mother...not so much. There's some serious bad blood there between us, going back to when we were both pregnant at the same time. Basically, we'd been having infertility issues for over 2 years and finally got the doctor to give us meds. We made the mistake of mentioning to my BIL and SIL that we were doing this...and she being the competitive type decided that SHE wanted the first grandchild. And bam, in one month they were pregnant. The morning they called us at 5:30 to crow their victory over the positive test, I ran out into the snow in my pajamas and threw myself down in the cold grass, cursing God and wondering what I had done to deserve what my life was turning into. And then, my SIL was actually angry with us because we weren't "happy enough". I'm not sure exactly what she wanted our reaction to be - we congratulated them and put our game face on and tried to be enthusiastic, but inside we were quietly dying. Thankfully, we were pregnant about 2 months later, but it was the beginning of the end of our relationship with her as well as their marriage.

So, needless to say, I think we might be on record for possibly having the most Fucking Awkward Thanksgiving Dinner Ever.

And they wonder why I keep breaking out in rashes.


Today I am thankful for the technology that made it possible for us to have the wonderful son that we have! He is our miracle child.


Heather said...

You and your skin girlfriend! I have learned my lesson its shampoo that gets me, Pantene left me with streaks all the way down my body where it rinsed out.

Sounds like you need the down time to rest up for the holiday. Sorry about family drama. I'd definitely blame the blood pressure on that!

joansy said...

Just a thought, but could you save some of that lemon-grass soap and give yourself just enough of a lather to give yourself an excuse to skip lunch with the in-laws, but not so much that you have to miss dinner with your family? Ok, I suppose not . . . but it was a thought.

Those bumps look nasty enough that maybe you should chat with an allergist and have some tests done to see what your allergic to???? With any luck maybe he will say its not the soap, it's the inlaws.

Hope you're feeling better.

lukie said...

I had the same reaction when my mother told me my sister was expecting. We had tried for so long and they were not trying at all.

g-man said...

Bummer on the itch, maybe you can give it to MIL and xSIL ;)

I hope your holiday works out best for you, take pictures, I expect realtime updates :)

P.s. your light is out in the bathroom.

Love ya. Mean it.

Esmerelda said...

ewww...poor punkin.

My mother invited the guy she sleeps with occasionally. The only thing worse than having a stranger at dinner is having a stranger whose erectile dysfunction is all you really know about him.