Last Saturday morning I woke up at 7am because I was in the middle of my crazy finals schedule and drug myself into the bathroom. I got in the shower and when I got out, I noticed it.
My nose. Was HUUUUUUUUUUUUGE. And VERY red.
My face was also red too.
But my nose!!!
It looked awful! I have been very self-conscious about it since I was a teenager.
Being the hot mess that I am during finals time, I showed B and simultaneously combusted into tears. I blew my nose and trucked off to school. Texted the committee on my latest status and then was about to go inside to school when I noticed that my hands were broken out. Then I saw my thighs and ankles were broken out too.
It went from a rosacea flare-up to 911 emergency status in about two seconds flat.
I called some family friends who are like another set of parents and got some advice on what to do for a rash quickly heading to hive status.
My parents, both the real ones and second set, plus B and I think that it was an allergic reaction to detergent, but because I am a whacked out hormonal job during finals, the stress escalated into hives. I doubt my parents would call me a whacked out hormonal job, but it's true. It was so uncomfortable. And we also had to buy new detergent.
It got worse on Monday and Tuesday when I had finals because the stress was heightened. Then relaxed at night after the exams.
But Wednesday, I lost half a day of precious studying because I couldn't focus. I felt off and like I was about to crawl out of my skin. I went to bed at a decent hour determined to get a good night's rest and to kill it with the studying the next day. I couldn't exactly take a Benadryl either because I had to stay awake to study.
Got to the library and made it about an hour before I was ready to die again. So we went to the doctor and I got a shot. By the way, this is a huge deal for me. I also have a fear of shots. So if I am willingly going to get a shot, know it's awful.
I also sent a text to the committee telling them what was going on and to please pray because I didn't have time to talk. I also sent out a twitter blast. (Thank you again Katie! You were the only one on Twitter who let me know you took time out to pray for me. It meant a lot.)
I got back to school and went to work. I had some relief and continued working. Then I realized that I needed to get out of the library because I didn't want to be there anymore. I went home and went to work on studying. I finally looked at my phone around 9pm and I had sorority sisters across the country praying for me because my sister had put the word out and I had a ton of other texts messages encouraging me and letting me know that I was covered in prayer. It was a humbling feeling and was just what I needed to keep going at that point.
I finished my final the next day and came home, took two Benadryl, and promptly passed out on the bed. I thought surely when I woke up that I would feel like a new woman.
I looked like a new woman.
A new woman with swollen eyes.
My eyes were swollen shut and my eyelids were basically glued together because they had matted so badly. My eyes were swollen for the better part of Saturday as well.
Finally, this morning I think I am starting to feel like me again which further proves the stress theory. I also have made it about halfway through the mound of laundry that I had to pull out of my closet.
That's one more finals round in the books.
And now I'll close this post. I have no way to shut it down, just wanted to put it down so I'd have the memory.
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