This morning my daughter called to say that she had "hives in her eyes." Literally, hives in her eyes. They were also on her arm. 5AM is not a good time to call and also not a good time to share about hives. That said, dad jumped in the shower and got ready to go over to her apartment.
Hives, if you haven't had them, are horrible. If they are on your face you have to be careful that they don't block your throat or nasal passages because you can die. Seriously. So, dad stopped to get Benadryl (which there are too many kinds of, these days) and brought it to the girl. He then settled in to watch her sleep.
A trip to the doctor this afternoon confirmed hives and she is now getting a prescription for steroids.
I had all of these big intentions to be really productive today. That didn't happen. I did a little work, I went to a great meeting, I kept tabs on the family, and soon I am going to crash.
Sometimes that is how it works. Sometimes the best laid plans get thrown out the window because you have something else happen. Something like hives in your eyes. That's ok. The thing I have finally learned is that usually there is time and energy to get the things done that need to be done. Tomorrow is another day and, fingers seriously crossed, my morning won't get derailed.
I'd post the picture she sent me, but it looks like she has been severely beaten - not exactly the most flattering picture of our girl.
