Today, we hit the movie house. By the time the movie was over, my face, arms and neck/chest area were covered in a rash. I never eat at the movies. Maybe it was the food smells in the air. Or something funky on the seat.
Then on our way to Barnes, we stopped at the store to get a new pair of jeans but I had to leave because the smells and fabric made it hard to breathe. No rash, but still. When did I become such a cupcake?
The only good news to report, is my recovery time is MUCH better than before. That gives me hope.
Hope is a good thing.
PS: The Avengers ROCKED!