The hives didn't quite go away. I woke up Saturday pretty itchy. Well, no. Incredibly itchy. Maddeningly itchy. Grateful I had long fingernails that day itchy. I called the advice nurse and they gave me a prescription for 3 more days of steroids. Ok, done. I'll pick that up later. I took a cool washcloth and ice to my legs. I called Mr. Renaissance and asked if I could come over and hang out in his hammock while he worked on his house (I was out of steam dealing with this alone). So stoned on Benadryl, I dragged a cooler of ice, some magazines, and the dog over to his place where he was pile driving some part of the foundation. A few minutes later I was hanging in the hammock staring into space with some ear protection on.
Sunday morning I woke up and my lips were swollen. And other parts of my face. With a side of hives. Oh shit. This is the sort of thing they told me to go into Urgent Care right away for. So we got dressed and he drove me in. I was pretty worried. And pretty horrified that I looked like Sloth from The Goonies.