Yesterday afternoon I woke up suddenly from my sleep about 2 hours before the work out I was planning on going to in the park that day. I grabbed a cookie and some milk and hopes that the milk would settle me back down for some more sleep. Well, that didn't work out too well, had to use the little kitty room. I happened to touch my left side above my hip bone, and a bump had appeared. For a moment I started to panic. Then I sat there and thought, hell it's just something that is a simple skin reaction. A rash or something, I'll go back to bed and it'll be gone when i wake up.
Then came the sudden burning in my wrists. My mind went into overdrive at that point. Racing because in about 2 seconds i realized what was happening. An allergic reaction. Holy hell, last reaction left me laying motionless in bed screaming in agony. I called everyone in my family, and my friends. Then finally my Sir picked up the phone. At this point you can imagine a girl hysterical in tears because she has a pretty good idea of how much pain she's going to be in.
Time moves forwards, He had business to take care of and I finally got a hold of the doctor's office. That took forever, turns out my PCP moved and what not. Took their advice and had to call work. Almost begged to come into work because I needed the time in before my trip. They said no. I really need to learn how to beg more.
My Sir showed up moments later. It was wonderful to see Him, even if at this point I was at the end of being able to function. He walked me back up, checked me over, scared Himself that maybe I was having an allergic reaction to His new ropes. No, bilateral skin break outs do not happy usually do to skin contact allergens. And I showered to make sure it wasn't a contact allergy.
It was the first time I was ashamed to cuddle with Him. I looked a mess and felt like hell. But He tucked me in and held me tight. That alone was the best medicine for my mind. The suggested medicine I had taken was starting to work. A few hours of Him watching over me to make sure it didn't get suddenly worse or have an air way blockage was lovely from the few moments I remember of it. On His way out He checked me over once again and my skin looked better.
I think I remember locking the door but who knows it got locked some how. Strange dreams that night of snuggling Him and what not must have made me toss and turn. But I stayed asleep for a while last night. Waking up at about 6 this morning I looked at my body. The hives had come back and I was scratched up like a scratching post. I must have scratched myself bloody in my sleep and not noticed obviously.
My other dear friend came over to check on me and said fuck it you're going to the ER, period. Get there and lift up my shirt and even they go holy fuck. my skin was a mess. I've had drugs iv before in the ER when I've gone in the past. These drugs this time made me puke in my mouth and pass out within 2 minutes. It was funny to watch I'm sure. But I'm sure it was a mix of anxiety and the medicines that made my body give out. Such deep cat-nap-age. So lovely.
Now I'm sitting in my apartment watching a movie with my friend, my ass feels like it's on fire from the skin lotion I put on. Obviously the scratches are still there and deep. The moral of this post is I have such great friends, and my Sir is the bestest in the whole world. I love being His kitty girl and even when I'm sick He doesn't make me feel bad, like others have in the past. I'm just so lucky to have Him in my life. To teach me and to be my friend.
~raven~
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