The good news is that I’m alive, even if this post is ridiculously late. Older son grabbed me by the scruff and dragged me to doctor.
Turns out this thing I thought was con crud isn’t. It’s massive allergy attack triggering all three auto-immune, which explains why I’m eczemy, walking like both knees are broken, and suffering asthma attack.
As best we can tell it’s set off by the paints and woodstain I’ve been using on the other house. Now, how in heck I finish the house without killing myself is a GOOD question. We’ll figure it out.
But we won’t figure it out today or likely tomorrow. I’m on steroids and stuff, and the REALLY good cough syrup, which means over the next few days I’ll be quite (QUITE) loopy. Because right now cough is a huge issue, and also that with my auto-immune flaring anything will trigger an attack, as in I tried to die at the supermarket cashier stand, wheezing and coughing my head off, because… I don’t know. I suspect the cashier was wearing cologne, though I couldn’t (consciously) smell it.
Anyway, the good news is that I’m not dead. I’m not even sick. My body is just conducting an all out war on itself.
What else is new?
I’m sorry for weaseling out on post today, but I spent the entire night awake and coughing and then son frogmarched me to doctor in the dark of early morning. So, once cough syrup takes effect I plan to go crash.