That has been my daughter's advice. "You only want to scratch when it itches," says Hannah, "so don't think about it itching. I'll help you think about something else. How did you get it anyway? It looks so itchy."
I have hives. I have had hives for quite a few days now. They are not receding quickly - one of my legs looks (and feels) like it has red plated armor on it. My back is covered also, itching the worst in that little inch square that I can't scratch. An allergic reaction that is pretty clearly tied into freshly mown grass and didn't show up until after I turned 32. The itching got so bad last night that I was taking a cold shower at 3 am.
Distracting myself from it seems to be one of the best things for stopping the itch, just as Hannah suggested. Enter Ainsley and Grayson, my knights-in-shining-armor for the task (Hannah's visiting grandparents with her daddy).
The day started out with Grayson hitting me on the head with a curtain rod that I was supposed to put up in the girls room the day before. That'll teach me to procrastinate.
Then it slowed down with some cuddling and nursing and stayed slow for awhile...
and then got more interesting.
I really should double-check when Ains says she's put something away. She is, after all, not even three yet.
After that it was computer games and puzzles and laundry. The itching intensified during laundry, so we went back to puzzles, then stirring the ice cream in the freezer, then gathering eggs. Then dishes, more itching, so out to the flower garden for some posies for her and some weeding for me.
Then back inside to arrange them. With frustratingly enthusiastic help from a little brother.
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(old spice bottles make fantastic little vases)
Then more computer games, and dancing to the beautiful music on the games (Poisson Rouge rocks, my friends).
Then tasting the almost frozen ice cream, which the cat thinks is yummy, even if it includes three different types of fruit.
It was yummy.
A delicious treat for a hot evening. Evening came so quickly today, which is a great happenstance when you're covered in hives.
Then, when it gets dark, the porch light goes on and we go out on the driveway. Ainsley rides her bike, Gray rides his tractor, and Mother curls up in a chair with her laptop. Absolutely lovely evening. Ainsley points out the pegasus in the sky. I can't quite see it, but she sees it clearly. It has an Ainsley riding on its back and the Ainsley is wearing a skirt. I need to add that to my star chart, it seems.
Now they're both asleep, having worked hard distracting me all day. And the itch is coming back. I feel a cold shower coming on. And not a cold shower for a fun reason either. *sigh* I'm getting old.