Recovery.

Just so everyone knows, I'm okay. I would have posted last night about a turn in my condition, but y'know. The Mets had to go and screw things up. Yesterday was made completely of suck. On the bright side, I found out I'm not pregnant; nothing I didn't find out EARLIER this month, but still. Ugh, more than two liters of water....

Anyway, I'm feeling better. The benadryl's putting me to sleep and the hydrocortisone is relieving some of the itching... for now. It's not a permanent solution and I have to call the dermatologist next week to make a f'real appointment, but it's better than randomly collapsing at odd hours.

Lou, Kim, Shaina: ♥♥♥♥♥

Ironically enough, I can't sleep tonight. I'm not tired. I mean, my body is -- I feel it -- but I'm not sleepy. I've been trying to go to sleep for nearly an hour and I don't know if I'm just uncomfortable or what because I nod off and then my eyes shoot wide open. Sigh.

World Series starts tomorrow, and while I'm rooting for the Tigers, my only hope is that they DON'T flatten the Cards. They swept their way through the playoffs and that's great, but they're not my home team and the last two Series have left me feeling cheated, to boot. I want some REAL baseball before they have to pack it in for the winter; at least six games!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY RACHEL!