Napped most of the evening yesterday. Surprisingly, I also slept most of the night. Though, I awoke itching. But once I iced my arms I was able to sleep some more.
As if it isn't enough to be dealing with hives, I slipped on a patch of ice in the parking garage this morning and landed on my left knee and hands. One car away from mine! I'm ALWAYS so careful when there is the possibility of ice, but I never even considered there would be ice in the parking garage this morning. Not when I'm trying to skirt around the unfrozen puddles. Had the puddles been frozen, I'd have expected ice. Wasn't until I got in my car that I saw it was a whole 28F. Well ... yeah. There's going to be ice when it's that cold.
So there I am on my hands and knees, and I'm not sure which made me feel worse ... my knee and hands screaming owwie, my pant legs soaking up ice cold water, or the frustration at not being able to get up. Several 'considerate' neighbors drove by ... apparently assuming I was just a crazy old lady sitting on the wet cold pavement because it was such a cool thing to do. I managed to crawl closer to the car next to mine so I could use it to help me off the ground. Gettting off the floor or ground isn't the easiest thing anymore, but it definitely requires a stable surface!
NOT a happy camper today at work. My pant legs are finally dry, but I'm going to have a rather nice bruise on my knee.
Of course, it could have been far worse.