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Daycare and hives

Today Yesterday was MrMan's last day at his preschool. He's been there a few weeks shy of a year. For most of that time, I felt like it wasn't the place for him, not quite the right fit. He seemed to agree, as, many mornings, he burst into tears as I left him in his classroom. Nonetheless, I feel a little nostalgic about leaving. I'll miss the staff and teachers, the other kids and parents. I made little goodbye/I'm moving photos for his classmates. It's my favorite trick these days - adding text to a photo, then printing it at Walgreen's. Image and message all in one.

This afternoon, I went to pick him up and make sure we got all his stuff. As I was sitting in traffic, I realized that probably part of the reason I felt compelled to leave our contact info with all of his classmates is that I still have friends from this phase of my life, and I want him to have that same option. My mom (who was meeting me there to take MrMan, while I went back to work) beat me to the preschool so gave me the report that MrMan seemed to understand that there was something different today. He made a bigger production of his goodbyes, hugging a couple of his classmates and saying bye. A lot of days, he just leaves without a word.

Next week, it's the "new neenees."

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It may have escaped your notice, but it's three in the morning. Welcome to tonight's episode of Shokufeh-has-turned-into-an-old-woman-and-can-only-talk-about-her-health-problems. An hour ago, I was awakened by a bout of coughing. Then noticed a few hives. They started appearing, only a few at a time, in random spots on the body, at random times. The coughing's been going on for a couple of weeks, changing in nature, accompanied by various things. Today, I developed the ebola. Or, really, some blisters, on the inside of my mouth. So, back to why I'm up. I thought it weird that my body developed hives while I'm sleeping - I'm not exposing myself to anything new, except dreams. I get up and look in the bathroom mirror and notice that my lip is slightly swollen. Starting to freak out a little, I asked Sam to go get the Benadryl he's been suggesting. Yes, even though it's the middle of the night. Yes, even though I kept refusing it when it would been more convenient to get. (That is my editorializing. My sweet husband graciously went to the drugstore.) By the time he came back, I was feeling like my lip was bigger. Sam agreed with me. But I was still surprised when I saw myself in the mirror. I hope this Benadryl works soon.

I've been kind of thinking I should go to the doctor, but I was so unimpressed with the last internal medicine doc I saw. Layer on that the fact that I've been having to make numerous calls to several parties, trying to clear up some billing issues related to my headcuts (an entry I've been meaning to write), the only thing I've done is to take my mother's newly prescribed asthma inhaler.