I was an interesting weekend to say the least.
Friday night I thought I'd better start running to get ready for the Race for the Cure in 2 weeks. Nothing like waiting for the last minute. After my last round of the park, I tripped on the stupid broken sidewalks at Schiller Park (In front of a crowd, naturally) was airborne for a moment, fell completely down onto my knee, then hand, and then rolled over my arm, banging myself up pretty badly. Cut open my hand and bled all over myself before I could limp back home again. Awesome.
Right around that very same time B cut himself on a gobo (thing that makes shapes with theatre lights, made out of very thin metal. i.e. razor blades) and sliced up the tip of his index finger pretty well.
Then Saturday night I apparently had an allergic reaction to something, and we cannot figure out what. My skin felt like it was on fire, felt like I had an army of ants crawling around under the skin mostly on my hands, feet, back and stomach. So I was up ALL night scratching. Tore the skin clean off in a few places. This was baffling me. I had no rashes, no blisters, or bumps, no swelling or anything. No other symptoms at all, I was only red from scratching. I can only guess its maybe a new allergy to grass from moving the lawn earlier that day, but I was in long pants, socks and shoes and long sleeves!! Had a bit of residual tingling in the skin and itching last night, but it’s gone this morning, thankfully. Calling an allergist regardless.
I’m pooped. I need a weekend to recover from my weekend.