Holy Monday from Hell

There is nothing worse than having a great day planned and through no control of your own having it turn oh so bad, oh so quick.  I got up this morning and there was a small red area on my arm.  I didn't think anything of it, I assumed it was a mark from my pillow or sheets and that it would go away. 

Here's the timeline of my morning:

5:40-woke up with a little red area on my arm

6:40-both arms have a few red marks

7:20-both arms covered in red dots

7:40-arms and legs covered with burning, itching red dots

8:20-arrive at clinic

10:45-get seen at clinic

12:00-leave clinic and go home

Um yeah, Monday was not going well.  I found the school nurse around 7:40 when she arrived and me, being me said, "I don't know what this is (holding out arms like a lost little kid) and it's getting worse.  Do I need to leave? Am I contagious?  If I'm not contagious I'll stay and work...but I don't know what to do."  Yes.  I was really willing to work, even if I was covered in bright red burning dots.  

Obviously they sent me to the clinic to get checked out....hours later (it's a damn good thing I wasn't dying) I had been given an adrenaline shot-just in case it had the potential to put me into anaphylactic shock, had blood work done, and was on my way home with antibiotics and a bottle of Benadryl.  The rash/hives went away and I drove home shaking like a Chihuahua in a blizzard.  

About 20 minutes after I got home the adrenaline shot wore off and surprise surprise the rash/hives came back.  I crashed, drunk on Benadryl, and woke up spot free...again.  Here's hoping that whatever the hell this was is gone because I cannot take another day off of work!