It's called "know your audience"

We were out shopping this morning (Grandma and Opa decided that Shoshanna needed a new coloring book, so we hit Target - coming home with new Dora and Wiggles coloring books) and then we walked over to Party City to see if they had any fun cheapo dressup stuff left over from Halloween.  Anyway, that's not my point.

My point is, between Target and Party City we walked by Lane Bryant.  Which was having some big sale, and was treating customers with donut holes.

We all boggled a bit.

Maybe the end of the sick?

So some of you know that I was sick for the better part of October, with various things that I have detailed here and not. So when the second cold of the month ended up with me hitting the albuterol something on the order of four times a day towards the end of the week, baronessmartha  convinced me that I should really, REALLY get my rear in to the doctor. So I called on Friday morning and they didn't have any openings for Friday, but they were able to make me an appointment for Saturday morning. (Incidentally, remember how I was so annoyed that you could never ever get a sick appointment? It turns out that the secret is to choose menu option "If you are a family member are sick and in need of medical assistance", which to me doesn't sound so much like "If you want a sick appointment" as it does "triage nurse". Anyway, that's the trick to actually getting a timely appointment.) So I went in and the nice PA (who I like so, SO much better than my PCP) listened to my lungs, tapped me on my hairline (checking sinus pressure, apparently - if I had a sinus infection, apparently that would have hurt like a sonofabitch), and felt my nodes. She declared my cold to be just about done but that my lungs were not keeping up with the getting better, so she prescribed me a course of prednisone. I dutifully took the first three pills with lunch when I got home, then one at dinner and two more at bedtime. And I woke up sometime over night with my ankles itching LIKE CRAZY. It occurred to me that it could have been a reaction to the med, but it eventually subsided and I went back to sleep. This morning I got up and read the package insert, but it didn't say anything about itching being a side effect. I shrugged and went about my business. But then a while later I pulled up my jeans because my left ankle was feeling itchy again. And lo, what did I see? A nice patch of hives, right there on my ankle and lower leg.  They've gone up and down all day today and seem on the whole to be getting better, but I'll still be putting in a call to the pharmacy to see what they think I should do.  The lungs, though, they are feeling much, much better.  So much better that I would actually consider going to the gym tomorrow.  But I'm not going to because that would probably not be very smart. 

And I will be getting a flu shot probably next week - gotta call the doctor's office in the morning and then find out when exactly they're being offered.

Prednisone update:

Hrm, maybe it does give me the crazy after all.