Danger: Benadryl

Here's a funny story:

I am on a quest to care for myself-in part a response to my husbands demands that I do. And, I decided that it would be a good idea to deal with my pain by going for Acupuncture. I had a great visit; silence, needles, a heated table, an infrared lamp on my hip, slumber etc...

As I was pulling out of the parking lot I started to itch. First it was my head, then my back, then it moved to my abdomen..pretty soon nearly all of me was one big itch. I couldn't figure out what was going on, but I was pretty sure I'd gotten some bed bugs from the table. When I got home I discovered I had, for the first time in my life, a nasty case of hives! They were everywhere, and I do mean everywhere. I actually survived the first night not taking anything for them. I thought I was rid of them but the next evening they reappeared as I sat in a restaurant with my family. I could feel a hive blow up under my eye-'this is it' I thought, 'not only is my hip shot, I'm going to lose my good looks too!' On the way home we picked up Benedryl and then things got really interesting! I was itching like mad-so I took 2 of those babies to quiet things down and fast. In no more than 9 minutes I was drooling like my baby and not entirely sure I'd be able to must the strength to get upstairs to bed. I did though. But boy was I loaded.

Fast forward 2 hours to me waking with a start when I hear a noise downstairs. Now, I am so hopped up on this stuff I forget that my family is home. I jump right to the scenario that has me home alone, with only Sparkle-Ruby to protect me and an intruder downstairs. I am positive that is what's happening. I think, "maybe he doesn't think anyone is home" I go into the bathroom and flush the toilet. Nothing, and then another sound.

So I do what any normally sane, bum hipped, hopped up on benadryl woman might do; I hide in the closet behind my husbands clothes..cane in hand, ready to attack when the moment comes. My heart is beating, I'm still drooling a little and I am primed to defend my honor.

"Hmm," I think. "Why would I be home alone? When am I ever home alone, or alone for that matter?" Then it hits me, the dangerous criminal downstairs making noise and making his way upstairs to attack me is none other than the man I married. Duh.

I had hives again the next night, but I only took 1 benadryl...and I slept with the lights on!