Saturday afternoon, Talia came up to me as I was standing in the kitchen. She placed a soft hand against my arm, and then looked up at me, a question in her eyes.
"Mom, you have some bumps here. What are they?"
"I do?" I said, and felt my arm. Sure enough, a large patch of skin had what felt like raised welts on it. I walked to the bathroom and flicked on the light. Huh, the large patch was actually a whole bunch of little, red, raised dots. Almost hives, but not quite.
"Mom, you have some on your other arm, too," Talia informed me. Well then, the hunt was on. I found a few on my leg, some across my back, and a couple creeping up my neck. By the end of the next day, I had a few more scattered on my belly, and one or two on my feet.
I hadn't changed detergent; I hadn't come into contact with any poisonous plants, and at least to the best of my knowledge, I didn't have shingles. I had been eating quite a bit of chocolate (something that had, in the past, caused me to break out with hives). I had not been indulging in a ton of wheat products (another thing that has caused me to break out with hives). The verdict? Who knew what the problem was.
After countless online searches (to discover that my bumps really did look like many shingles rashes, but I had none of the other symptoms) and a trip to the doctor (who couldn't give me much information) I have been diagnosed with spots. Just kidding.
Apparently the rash looks like an allergy to the doctor, but to what, we still don't know. A shot of steroid and a packet of more steroids to ingest over the coming week, and now, I have big plans. BIG PLANS!
Why? Well of course, the bumps should go away if the diagnosis is correct, but that isn't that big. It's the reaction my body has to steroids. The 2nd to the last time I was on steroids, I upped my mileage and decreased my time when I ran. I can only imagine what might happen this time. Perhaps the burst of energy will translate into another novel written in the span of a few weeks! Or I could become superwoman! Or a whole host of other zany things might happen with my brain and body on drugs.
As I always say, I'll keep you posted.
"Mom, you have some bumps here. What are they?"
"I do?" I said, and felt my arm. Sure enough, a large patch of skin had what felt like raised welts on it. I walked to the bathroom and flicked on the light. Huh, the large patch was actually a whole bunch of little, red, raised dots. Almost hives, but not quite.
"Mom, you have some on your other arm, too," Talia informed me. Well then, the hunt was on. I found a few on my leg, some across my back, and a couple creeping up my neck. By the end of the next day, I had a few more scattered on my belly, and one or two on my feet.
I hadn't changed detergent; I hadn't come into contact with any poisonous plants, and at least to the best of my knowledge, I didn't have shingles. I had been eating quite a bit of chocolate (something that had, in the past, caused me to break out with hives). I had not been indulging in a ton of wheat products (another thing that has caused me to break out with hives). The verdict? Who knew what the problem was.
After countless online searches (to discover that my bumps really did look like many shingles rashes, but I had none of the other symptoms) and a trip to the doctor (who couldn't give me much information) I have been diagnosed with spots. Just kidding.
Apparently the rash looks like an allergy to the doctor, but to what, we still don't know. A shot of steroid and a packet of more steroids to ingest over the coming week, and now, I have big plans. BIG PLANS!
Why? Well of course, the bumps should go away if the diagnosis is correct, but that isn't that big. It's the reaction my body has to steroids. The 2nd to the last time I was on steroids, I upped my mileage and decreased my time when I ran. I can only imagine what might happen this time. Perhaps the burst of energy will translate into another novel written in the span of a few weeks! Or I could become superwoman! Or a whole host of other zany things might happen with my brain and body on drugs.
As I always say, I'll keep you posted.
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I, for one, am looking forward to seeing how you respond to steroids...
They turn my children into monsters, when the ped. wants us to use them I literally ask her if I have to - sometimes the answer is not yet. Good luck!