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Agonyyyyy...that can cut like a knife...
Bad night late last night. After hangin' out with mah peeps (Tracy, Elizabeth and I went out for drinks for Tracy's b-day), I got home and ate part of a leftover muffaletta that my mother had brought home in a doggy bag from the Delta Grill. Then I put bandages and that neosporin antiseptic gel stuff on where I'd scraped myself earlier today (I took a spill on the scooter). I went to bed...
...and woke up a half hour or so later out of a fitful sleep. I was having an allergic reactio to the neosporin stuff--this has happened before, although not consistently. I tried to ignore it and go back to sleep but it was impossible--I finally went into the bathroom and just endured this reaction that went on for about a half-hour. My entire body was throbbing and red, including my scalp. Everything was throbbing. It feels as though something alive has entered your bloodstream and for about a half hour you're truly miserable. Finally it had passed and I staggered off to bed.
Then this morning I woke up feeling sick from the muffaletta. Just thinking of it made me want to yak. I threw the rest of it out and dragged myself to work. My skin doesn't look too bad this morning--not as bad as it did last night, I don't look as though I'd been lashed! Still, I'm exhausted and look like hell.
...and woke up a half hour or so later out of a fitful sleep. I was having an allergic reactio to the neosporin stuff--this has happened before, although not consistently. I tried to ignore it and go back to sleep but it was impossible--I finally went into the bathroom and just endured this reaction that went on for about a half-hour. My entire body was throbbing and red, including my scalp. Everything was throbbing. It feels as though something alive has entered your bloodstream and for about a half hour you're truly miserable. Finally it had passed and I staggered off to bed.
Then this morning I woke up feeling sick from the muffaletta. Just thinking of it made me want to yak. I threw the rest of it out and dragged myself to work. My skin doesn't look too bad this morning--not as bad as it did last night, I don't look as though I'd been lashed! Still, I'm exhausted and look like hell.
Oof.
Then I read your post.
Sorry, sweetie.
Are you feeling better yet?