So if I told anyone that my allergies were fine, not a bother at all, I was doing just peachy-keen, and happy as a clam, you can ignore all that as crazy babbling and help me figure out how to remove all the histamine receptors from my nose. Also, apparently Benedryl is no longer my friend, unless you count friends who knock you completely on your back and out for 2 days.
Friday I was supposed to go back and help the woman whose kitchen I helped organize, this time working on her office and storage room. She canceled on me for family reasons, so I spent the afternoon at home, puttering around with different projects. In the middle of the afternoon, I had an awful sneezing fit, but I figured it was because of cleaning the house and I took a shower to try to clear it up. By that evening, though, my allergies were raging. I kept sneezing and my eyes were red and puffy and I felt absolutely miserable. I tried using my neti pot, but the water couldn’t even make it through all the build-up in my nose, and the salinity of the water was stinging the tender skin that was raw from too much blowing. So I took two Benedryl and went to bed, propped up on pillows so I could breathe, box of Kleenex at hand. It took a while, but once it kicked in, I was out like a light. And I slept so well. Lately, I’ve been waking up a lot in the middle of the night, but with the Benedryl, I woke up once because my nose was running like crazy and once to use the bathroom, and that was it. I didn’t fully wake up until after 11:00 in the morning.
Saturday wasn’t as bad. It wasn’t great, but it wasn’t as bad as Friday night had been. I might have taken a Target-brand Claritin, but I honestly can’t remember now whether I took the pill or just looked at it. But before heading to bed that evening, I took another Benedryl, hoping to clear my sinuses by morning so I could actually breathe through my nose again. But I only took half the dose I took the night before.
Again, I slept like the dead. I woke up when my alarm rang to get ready for church and stumbled my way into Justin’s office to wish him a good morning before climbing into the shower. A friend of mine sent me a rubber duck that quacks when it gets wet and fountains water out of the top of its head. It was sitting on the edge of the shower and started quacking when I accidentally splashed water at it. Scared me so bad that I yelped, grabbed it, and threw it out of the shower. Justin laughed while I mumbled about a demon duck scaring me while I was tired and vulnerable, and then stashed the duck in his office when it wouldn’t stop quacking.
I stood in the bathroom, drying my hair, so very tired. Justin came in from hiding the duck and asked if I was okay, and I told him that I was just so tired. He asked if I would prefer to stay home from church and rest, and after thinking it over for a minute, I decided that I really would like to go back to bed. He tucked me under blankets and I fell asleep in less than 10 minutes. I slept until 1:30.
Justin said he came in to check on me several times to make sure I was okay. I was completely out.
I didn’t take any medication on Sunday. I might be slow, but I do eventually catch on. Benedryl = bad. Justin and I ran to the grocery store and I did a few small errands around the house. Toward evening, I ran to Target to see what other allergy medication options were available. But the rest of the afternoon and evening, I didn’t do much because I was just so utterly exhausted. I’m not sure how much of my exhaustion was because of the Benedryl in my system and how much was just my allergies draining me down, but between the two, I was not feeling well.
Without the Benedryl last night, I woke up a lot of times. The last time, I had a bad dream about rotting zombie goblins living in a hospital attic. Freaked me the heck out and I nudged Justin to let him know I had a bad dream and stayed awake holding tightly onto him (trying to focus my brain on what was *real* instead of the dream) until my alarm rang for me to get out of bed.
Guess how tired I am today? Still not as tired as I was yesterday. How dumb is that?
But if you don’t hear from me very frequently on here, it’s because I am so very tired and fighting with my allergies. I’m about to the point of calling up my doctor and begging her for a prescription. I don’t really want to do it, but I will if the drugs will make this all stop. It’s not like I even have a good excuse for being so tired. Amy, my beautiful sister-in-law, is tired but she’s many months pregnant and dealing with two toddlers. She has great reasons for being so tired. Me? I can’t handle the flowers and the trees and the grass. So very dumb.
In the continuing saga of my husband’s health, Justin had a follow-up appointment with the ophthalmologist this morning. Are ya’ll up to date on where we are with this?
- Middle of January, Justin’s eye starts to hurt. A whole crazy lot of hurting. An eye should not hurt like this.
- We go to the optometrist and he says, “Put in these eye-drops and go see Justin’s internist.”
- Internist draws blood and says, “Come back in three weeks.”
- Blood work shows nothing and the internist says, “See an ophthalmologist.”
- Ophthalmologist says he can’t see anything really wrong, but he wants to see the blood work from the internist—“Come back in two weeks. And stop putting in the drops from the optometrist quite so often.”
- Cutting back on the eye-drops meant that Justin’s eye finally stopped being dilated after about 4 days and it was less sensitive to light and less headache producing, but still a bit achy. He stopped wearing the eye-patch.
- Today, the doctor says that Justin is all fine. He didn’t see anything on the blood work either and everything looks okay in his eye. We have no idea what caused it or anything, but for today, it looks like he’s fine.
It’s a little frustrating, but we’re glad that he’s apparently been given a clean bill of health.
And I’ve rambled forever and a day, now, so I’ll wrap this up and post it. I hope you’re all having a fantastic Monday! Don’t let the zombie goblins catch you. They’re slimy little beasts.