So, turns out I have "migrating hives" which means a) they move all over my body; today they've attacked the area under my eyes and the top of my mouth; b) it's impossible to say where I got there and c) it's impossible to say when they're going away. I walked out of the doctor's office with $45 worth of medication, including prednazone, which is a steroid and I don't want to take unless I have to because it will apparently make me even more irritable than I am now. If such a thing is possible.
Still planning to head up to Seattle tomorrow with Rachel. I am determined that nothing will interfere with this trip.
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"I'm so glad you're my daughter!" I told Rachel as we were eating matzo ball soup tonight.
"If you got a boy, how would you even TALK about manicures and pedicures?" she asked.
I found that so funny that I banged the table as I laughed.
Later she added:
"If I was a boy, mama, how would you talk about, ummm, pink?"
I don't know, sweetie. I honestly don't know.
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