Yesterday, even though Helen was puking her guts out (It’s The Second Annual Barf Extravaganza at our house. I’m growing to HATE this time of year), I went to my doctor for my annual checkup. Coincidentally, I switched makeup to a new foundation and concealer last week and my skin went a little nuts, so the area around my eyes looked like raw hamburger. I stopped wearing makeup on Tuesday (even the old kind, which doesn’t do this to me), and it was still all angry-looking yesterday, 1 week after the switch.
Doc checked me out, said everything looked fine otherwise, and recommended that I put cortisone cream around my eyes and take some Benadryl at night so that I wouldn’t scratch and make it worse in the middle of the night (which is what I’ve been doing).
So I took 2 Benadryl last night around 8pm, after making sure that this was okay with Jerry, because any further episodes in the Barf Extravaganza would be totally his to deal with. This morning, it was SO HARD to drag my butt out of bed. I slept like the Dead.
But my eyes look better.
I’m thinkin’ I’ll just take 1 Benadryl tonight. I did NOT enjoy being that out of it.