Not a pretty sight

So remember that one time I was going to move to New York? And there was a room? And I had a job interview at a chocolatier? Basically everything was falling into place, right?

And then

And then

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That's actually what I looked like after TWO doses of prednisone. But wait, it get's better. Want to know what I looked like after four days?

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 Umm, I'm pretty sure that's not how it's supposed to go. So I went to the doctor and the doctor was all "this is not a typical reaction to poison oak, are you sure it was poison oak?" and I was like "Seriously? Would I be here if I was having a typical reaction to whatever the fuck I'm having a reaction to?". Except not really because I actually really like my doctor and she's quite nice. So then they sent some pictures over to dermatology because Kaiser is all "wooo, technology, why see someone when we have a digital camera?". Then they shot me up with some Kenalog and now my face looks like this!


Ok, yeah it's pretty sad when you get excited that all your skin is peeling off and you're not bright red. But look! I have eyes! Unfortunately the doctor was not into the idea of me getting on a plane tomorrow. Especially since I got better when I first went on steroids and then got worse again. Also, this is what the rest of me looks like.


And there are actual for real many tiny blisters between all my fingers, so I'm thinking I can't make chocolates on Sunday anyways.

Right now I've cancelled my flight. I'm not rescheduling because I don't want to jinx myself and also because of some gibberish about stress and heightened histamine response and I think I'll be less stressed if my focus is on getting better, not on a deadline by which I have to see everyone and have all my shit done. This is obviously not the most convenient thing in the world for rescheduling my trial or for Mia to know when I'm showing up in her house but I feel like this is one of those times where I have to listen to my body and just calm the fuck down or risk being hivey for weeks.

Oh, and if I don't get better, I get to see the allergist! Weeee!