It does not. Instead, it gets a bit worse on Saturday.
By lunchtime on Monday, when I am dining with J*Rock at Chipotle, I'm quite sure my lips are going to burst into flames on my face. They have swelled to Angelina Jolie proportions and I'm pretty upset. (Not to mention it was a crap day at work.) So I go to my boss and say, "Boss, look at my lips. Do you mind if I go home so I can get to an urgent care cause this sucks (Oh the puns)." He tells me I look like someone who got a bad job on my lips and to get out of here. So, I go home, go to really nice walk-in clinic and wait around for a while. Then I get a prescriptions for some steroids, then head to class. I am late, of course, and ran two red lights getting there, but I'm turning in that homework, dammit. That was my Monday. I took a picture of my lips for your enjoyment. I can see the bumps and the swelling, but I have been dealing with it for about four days now. The steroids seem to be helping.
My major good point of the day was it was a rather large anniversary for me and HH, we've been together for five years now. Also, yesterday we were married for 18 months. We should get some sort of trophy.
Strangely, I don't have the same fear with horses. Why is that? Oh yeah, I'm getting back into riding as soon as I can. (Once I get out of this city.) Also, started Week 3 of the Couch 2 5K plan today. I did it without stopping, and that's really what surprises me most days. I'm not sure how I keep going. Let's see if I can keep going all the way through 3 miles.
Later.
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