Doctor in the house?
Oooohhh this is a shyke night!
Had a lovely phone conversation that made hours slide by like minutes, realized a few things I've been too pragmatic to admit, and allowed myself to feel like a lovesick puppy for a moment before bottling that silliness up again.
But, then poop happened. An ex of mine just sent me a really threatening text message from his cousin's phone. This wouldn't be scary if he didn't normally live about 8 hours away whereas his cousin lives about five minutes away... I'm hoping it's just his cousin being stupid, but it is still keeping me from sleeping properly (at all...).
Hm. Backstory would probably be nice. You all know about Layton if you've already read this scrap, but what I neglected to mention, because it makes me feel like an idiot, is that after all the drama with him breaking my heart, I fell for the whole "It was a mistake! I still love you! Please please please take me back!" bit. Yes. I know experienced women the world over are groaning and rolling their eyes at this. What I found out shortly (I mean three days) after taking him back was that he was having (ahem) intimate relations with his neighbor.
Needless to say I was pissed and called him every mean word I could think of. *proudly holds up a rather puny curse-word-dictionary*
This is where his crazy came back into play. He started on about how I was his, was meant to be his, and it would always be so. It was... scary. He would stop talking to me for awhile, come back contrite, then start up on that aforementioned bit and how since I'm fat, no man will ever love me like he does and I'm stupid and worthless and-
You get it. Typical crazy ex that wouldn't take a hint.
Blocked him recently (Thank you iOS 7!) and moved on without a word. Then tonight happens and I'm back to sitting here biting my nails and wishing a gun were closer.
Anywho! On to the main point of this scrap. ...Wow that was a long tangent. Randomly, my wrists and ankles will break out in severe hive-looking-bump-things. It isn't an environmental factor that I can think of, but occurs randomly. They start out small but spread over the course of 15 minutes until an entire patch of skin is inflamed. It will also disappear as quickly as it appears. Could it perhaps be stress?