Rambling

Sleep has not been on my agenda this week. This week in particular I feel I am two steps away from snapping on someone and it’s not going to be pretty. A person can only take so much. I wonder how much long it will be before I have to quit my job. My feet absolute kill me every night, and most of the time after lunch I just want to scream. If I wasn’t such a strong-willed individual I probably would have had a nervous breakdown by now. I have huge hives on the heels of both feet which makes me feel like I am walking on rocks.  My feet itched so bad last night as I went to sleep. I need my feet to cooperate, my job means I stand and walk all day.

FYI

I realized that I haven’t discussed a factor that causes my hives to itch more. The factor is cold. Especially in the winter. it appears to irritates my skin. However, My body seems like it’s always on fire; this past winter I found myself leaving the house in 30 degree weather without a coat on. Even though I know the cold makes it worse. There are times I feel like someone placed me in an oven.

I am ok in the sun or tanning bed, and have not noticed my condition worsening from the sun or heat. In fact I believe heat and summer makes it better.

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Recently I was going through some old
pictures and realized that just two years ago my DUP (delayed pressure
urticaria) was not as prevalent in my life. Flashback to December 2008; My
wedding day I wore a lovely silk gown and heels
all night. As I flipped through pictures I noticed how happy I was. There were
no signs of discomfort or pain in any of the pictures. How did I do it? Now, if
I wore heels for an hour I would not be able to walk at all the next day or so.
So what has happen within the past few years that I have gone from a cat
walking diva to a cane driven grandma?
I have gain a few pounds since then so could the extra
weight on my body be too much for my feet? It sounds crazy but I have no other
explanation. I am so sensitive now that I can’t sit on hard surfaces for too
long or I will get hives on my butt. Perhaps I need to pull out some more
photos and reminisce to the good ole days where I could dance in heels all
night.It’s so easy to feel sorry for yourself and
down about life. Nothing comes easy and life is a huge struggle but I learned a
very valuable lesson the other day. I was reminded that we have to count our

                                                                                                              blessings, good or bad.