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Here are some interesting observations, for those of you playing along at home.
My hives are getting worse (they're spreading down to my wrists, now, which makes for uncomfortable wool-sweater-wearing) and they're always worse when I wake in the morning. This might be due to the fact that I slather on hydrocortisone cream as soon as I'm out of the shower and I'm not willing to put up with the itchiness to see if they recede on their own during the course of the day.
These are stress hives, since I have eaten nothing out of the ordinary. I've been eating pretty plain lately due to general kitchen laziness.
Remember my emotional eating issues that I was so over? Yeah, well. I haven't started obsessing over Dolly Madison Powdered Sugar Gem Donuts (yet), but I am seriously craving sweet things. Last night I relented and brought in some of this summer's frozen blueberries from the chest freezer*. I passed by the office of the secretary who has a giant (and I mean giant as in the thing is larger than my torso) candy jar. She has lots of mini-size chocolate bars in there (I think I even saw a $100,000 Bar) and I had a moment of "oooooooo."
I didn't expect that putting Fetish to sleep would be a fun romp through a flower field, but I also didn't expect to have these freakish manifestations of stress, either. Blah.
* I need to make some room in there, anyway, right? HA!
My hives are getting worse (they're spreading down to my wrists, now, which makes for uncomfortable wool-sweater-wearing) and they're always worse when I wake in the morning. This might be due to the fact that I slather on hydrocortisone cream as soon as I'm out of the shower and I'm not willing to put up with the itchiness to see if they recede on their own during the course of the day.
These are stress hives, since I have eaten nothing out of the ordinary. I've been eating pretty plain lately due to general kitchen laziness.
Remember my emotional eating issues that I was so over? Yeah, well. I haven't started obsessing over Dolly Madison Powdered Sugar Gem Donuts (yet), but I am seriously craving sweet things. Last night I relented and brought in some of this summer's frozen blueberries from the chest freezer*. I passed by the office of the secretary who has a giant (and I mean giant as in the thing is larger than my torso) candy jar. She has lots of mini-size chocolate bars in there (I think I even saw a $100,000 Bar) and I had a moment of "oooooooo."
I didn't expect that putting Fetish to sleep would be a fun romp through a flower field, but I also didn't expect to have these freakish manifestations of stress, either. Blah.
* I need to make some room in there, anyway, right? HA!