The Mast Cell Block Tango

  I am about to be as legless as a drunken Scotty here. Need my medical herbals stat   Today - church, a place I have avoided for a month I went. Woke up, felt better. This was not a bad week even with the hot flashes from histamine dump . Cleaned windows and gardened I felt so decent this week. Not well, but okay. Didn't last. Why? Easy. Eight dogs in church, and I thought a three dog night was a bad thing.    Now about to do a few edibles and paint this afternoon. I just cannot understand why anyone would bring a dog to church. It cannot get saved, or understand the sermon. None of these eight are service animals . I believe I'm going to have to rethink church altogether. It's too much and this pastor is more interested in keeping people coming in and tithing than protecting a church goer with a legitimate disability . 

  Sort of how I feel. I did manage to figure something out. Today I cleaned windows outside, an odious task I struggle with and yell more obscenities than those on the wall. The Mr. got the idea about five years ago to blast the windows with the hose, most than once as I tried to insist he not do that due to the huge amounts of calcium in the water turns all glass a dull white. The last few years I've been trying futily to scrub off the calcium. Made real progress but I was waiting to wheeze or have hideous histamine hot flashes, De nada just my crackhead back letting me know it hates it when I'm that active. No smoke, no dust, decent breathing. This evening though we went to pick up a few groceries at a pulperia five minutes away, a few apples and onions, a pack of crackers, assorted stuff. Did fine. Got home and not five minutes after arriving while cooking a simple meal while unloading groceries it happened, that sudden sweat-a-thon I keep having. I think it's likely a d...

  Is that pickle gluten-free, organic and free of MSG? Yesterday, the day before and most of the previous week we've been scuttling around changing up our investments. Sadly this place is more than an hour away, which meant we were on the road. We stopped at the husband's favorite smoothie joint. I never partake there, like never ever. But yesterday was an exception since I've been having those pesky hot flashes that are mast cell releases. I decided to get a sugar free smoothie. They had ten options. Only one was without things I am highly allergic to. But that wasn't not even the main deal. I had to navigate in Spanish asking ten zillion questions about cross contamination. Questions about cleanliness. I hate this, but I hate having a big episode even more. Was pleased to note that my carrot-pineapple-celery-cucumber-ginger smoothie was not sweetened and I had zero cross contamination. I had experienced cross contamination everywhere but from Subway, but I avoided all...

  I feel like a Butterball Turkey. Today being Monday I left the house for errands. Fool's errands you might say.  It's hotter than Hades here right now, the awful dry heat of a blast furnace. My skin hates it. My lungs hate it. I was hoping I'd not react but of course I did. My blood pressure tanked to the point by the time we'd gone to two stores I was just so done-zo. Low oxygen levels mixed with low blood pressure means my brain tries to say "No thanks!" and check out. Laid down in the car while the husband ran the last errand. Came home, in the bed all day long. Took two naps, do not feel rested. Still feeling no better. Exhaustion beyond exhaustion. Thankfully tomorrow is another day. 

  I guess at least I'm not glowing in the dark like Mr. Burns here. Newest weird symptom that hit this week? Hot flashes, hot flashes 15 years after I went through menopause. This morning sitting here at my desk in the front window when it hits me, sudden heat and sweating. Everyone's at church so I rip my clothing off, sitting here right in the flow of the air conditioner in the all together. As a neighbor walks past our gate I realize the gate is open and I'm flashing the world.  New gate with the new remote and mechanism only shuts if you stop to press the button again if you're inside or leaving. Open gate, then close gate. Going to have to talk to the husband so I stop traumatizing the neighbors. But, damn, hot flashes too? 

 ...and just like that add greasing up my skin daily with some sort of organic skin creams so I damn near slide out of the bed at night...