Living in my own skin

I think I’ve got hives.

My skin — which has served me well for many years — has gotten a little splotchy in two places:  my right forearm and the back of my left hand.

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This all started one afternoon in May, while picking strawberries.

Three times this spring, I stopped at Patterson’s farms and picked a gallon of strawberries.  After picking, I bought an ice cream cone (butter pecan) and drove home — where we washed and ate the delicious berries.

On two of those occasions, the afternoon sun was bright and the fields were full of pickers.

I remember one family that consisted of a father, wife, baby, and daughter.  The wife held the baby while the husband picked berries.  The daughter, about nine years old or so, picked a few — but she mostly ate the berries her father picked.

On one of those days — a Tuesday afternoon, I think, after two days of rain — the fields were empty and the berries were extremely plentiful.

I think this is the day I broke out, suddenly, as if I had run into a swarm of little biting insects.  Can’t be sure, because I don’t really remember — but I think it was the moist day, as opposed to the two hot, dryer days of picking.  I do know, for sure, that the rash came on quickly while picking strawberries.

Eric, at GNC, read to me about symptoms.  I Googled it. I think it’s hives.

It’s possible, according The Internet, for hives to be brought on by an allergic reaction — while stress is the underlying cause.

I could go to the doctor and get a prescription.  Most likely, I would get a little advice:  1) don’t pick strawberries, and 2) take antihistamines (which I don’t like because they make me sleepy and dry-mouthed).

I do have good health insurance, but I’m not going to the doctor.  I don’t want to spend the time breathing germs in the waiting room.  And I don’t want to spend the money.  And I don’t want to take any drugs.  I wouldn’t mind getting rid of the hives (if that’s what it is), but I don’t think going to the doctor will help with that. I may be wrong of course.  According to some estimates, I’m wrong between 30 and 70 percent of the time.

I’m guessing, with decent nutrition, plenty of good water, and a little yoga, the hives (if that’s what it is) will leave about the time the weather begins to cool.

It might also help to use a 30 foot pole in regard to a few stressful situations involving, shall we say, siblings.

In fact, I’m going to plan on having clear skin, once again, on September 21.  I don’t want to stress about it, but that’s my goal.  If not,  damn.  Don’t know what I’ll do about it.