The hive diaries

I've been trying to write down everything I eat, wear, or am otherwised exposed to in an effort to find out what's triggering my hives because my doctor asked me to. So I end up looking like an escaped insane asylum patient who scratches himself and then records the special event in a notebook. It's been interesting in a way to see exactly the wide variety of things I consume in a day, but I don't know how long I can keep this up! I've had better luck with something else my doctor wanted me to do, though.

Everyday I'm supposed to boil up some water so that it's nice and steamy, then shove my head into the steam and breathe in the vapors for at least 5 minutes. Doing so is supposedly great for my always clogged sinuses. I know what you're thinking. You're thinking that inhaling scalding hot steam into your lungs through your nasal passages feels great! Well, it actually doesn't even come close to something fun to do, but you know what? Doc was right. I've only been doing it fairly regularly for about two weeks and things are noticeably better (ha, ha, I said "doing it fairly regularly"). So if you find a "So I heard your sinuses are feeling better!" Hallmark card, please send it.

Oh yeah, since I love giving too much information (especially in the form of an embarrassing story), I vigorously adjusted myself the other day when I thought no one was around. Normally I'd wait until I'm in the glorious private solitude that is a restroom stall, but my undies were pinching all around somethin' fierce and something just HAD to be done. So I reached around and shook it all about to great relief, only to realize a moment later that all along the path I was walking upon were these rooms of a workshop with big windows and people working inside right next to them. The glare from said windows had duly blocked any hint of activity from where I was on the path at the moment of my decision to go for the gold. I don't know if any of them saw my little dance, but as nonchalantly as I could, I walked on through and didn't look back. That's right. No regrets. It was worth it. I was finally feelin' fine!

Last but not least, I almost forgot to talk about the pictures! The fishy was a happy little piñata. We then beat him with a stick until he burst open to spill his insides out onto the patio. He was filled with delicious, sweet, sweet candy. And something called Dots. Heretofore known to me as yet another thing that tastes like ass.

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