Feeling sick sucks. SUCKS SUCKS SUCKS. I had a hard time sleeping saturday night, kind of congested and sniffly, but I really wanted to go to the Common Ground Fair, and figured I could be sick here or there, and if worse came to worse, I could go lay in the car. I packed up my backpack with saltines, gingerale, ginger candy and tums — and money — and off we went. It wasn’t that bad, there was one booth selling home-cured pepperoni that made me queasy (and who the hell puts the cured meat display DIRECTLY across from the ‘all things earth mother’ display, anyway? Sheesh, pooooor planning there) but i was glad I went. I really love the CGF, and I couldn’t help but sort of fantasize about being there next year, with a baby who might NEED a cool orange fleece hat by then. I couldn’t decide on what I wanted to eat, and I ended up eating some veggie dumplings and crab rangoons, but not all of them, and then chasing that with more crackers. The hot food was good and spicy, for the nose, but still, argh. I came home and took a nap, then crawled into fleece from head to toe and pretty much haven’t crawled OUT of it yet.
I can’t really TAKE anything GOOD for this, and the pharmacists were unexpectedly not working yesterday, so I used a copy of the Pill Book to go through the aisles to find something that would help me breathe and lose the fever. I’m still a pussy about it, though, and am taking a half-dose of Comtrex every 8 hours (or longer, it’s an as needed thing) to just get a little relief. I had better goddamn well stay pregnant if I’m taking this much caution despite feeling soooo miserable.
I ended up getting just a couple of things at the fair. I got a little silver, adjustable band for my wedding finger. My rings have been causing what kb aptly calls "ring rot," where if I wear them, I get little itchy water blisters, and I can’t wear them anymore, and the skin itches and peels and regrows, and it keeps happening. I don’t know if it’s the humidity of the summer, or if I’ve just gotten fat fingers suddenly, or what, but I miss my rings. I miss having SOMETHING on that hand, and for seven dollars, I figure this will take me through any size of finger between now and May. I also got a quart of organic maple syrup, and a few pieces of maple candy. It was a good time, and I really can’t wait to take kids there in the future. Baby or otherwise.
Today I’ve done lots of sleeping, vitamin c taking, watching tv, reading, sleeping, and drinking of fluids and eating bland foods. The pregnancy nausea and the congested flu-y thing is just a suckful combination.
Also, things that have made me cry: The ending of Grey’s Anatomy, the "In Her Shoes" preview, seeing a woman reunited with her cat in post-Katrina New Orleans. Sigh.
I had the same orange-fleece-hat fantasy.
Hope the ick passes — I’ve gotten sick twice during this whole process, and sudafed alone never did crap. I feel your pain.
I’m 99% sure those itchy blisters are eczema, aka “your skin will self-destruct in the next four hours”. I suffer from that too, mostly when I wear rings but also randomly (and, for some dumb reason, it’s also linked to hay fever for me). Let me know if you’d like a few pointers to take care of it, or just compassion.
The problem on your fingers is contact dermatitis. My allergist diagnosed mine, and it’s those same itchy little blisters that you get. Give your rings a good cleaning and see if that helps. Sometimes particles settle in the crevices of the rings and can make contact dermatitis occur on your fingers. Another thing that might help is to wear your rings during the day, and take them off at night. That helped me. I only have the problem on two fingers. You can switch ring fingers too if you don’t have that problem on every finger. Before you clean your rings and put them back on, make sure that your fingers are completely healed from the last bout.