For what seems like a month, I have been battling a sinus/allergy attack. Spring usually brings with it all things I am allergic to, so it was no surprise that I was hitting the Allegra, Claritin, Benadryl, and any other antihistimine known to man pretty hard.
And then my voice starting sounding all raspy, like the 70 year old, 4-pack-a-day smoker waitress in your hometown's favorite truck stop. And then I couldn't breath while I was power walking my neighborhood.
And so I did something unimaginable; something that I hate doing more than life itself. I went to the doctor.
Gasp! I know! I hate going. I hound all of my friends and family about going, and my kids go for all things questionable. But I never go myself. I don't have time, I'm not that sick, blah blah blah. I hate it.
But, it turns out I have a really super bad sinus infection and bronchitis. So I am on all sorts of crazy medicines now. I am finally starting to feel better! And then I look in the mirror yesterday and I am blotchy. Like, big red, you-just-got-slapped blotches. I have a rash. Lovely.
The rash sends me into a panic, and I again, for the second time in a week, go to the doctor to see if I am dying. Nope. Antibiotic side effect. It will get worse, and will last as long as I am on this medicine, and a few days after I stop it. You know, for like 2 weeks.
My raspy voice and leper-like rash should be a HUGE hit at the Easter egg hunt this weekend. :)