Dr. Visits

I have spent the last two days seeing doctors. It started Thursday morning when I woke up with an incredibly painful, itchy, burning rash on my hands. I'd had it since Wednesday and Frank insisted I go to the doctor, so I went. She told me it's excema. The tree hugger, naturalist in me, knows that excema is a symptom of something bigger going on in your body. So I went to my chiropractor that does NET, he told me I was allergic to the dirt in the pond plants (it was pretty, I wasn't surprised). So he gave me some allergy stuff, along with the doctor's steroid. I was all set to get better.
Then, I meet Frank at the doctor to take Isabella for her check up. She is perfectly healthy. No longer an abnormally large baby. She's 29" tall and 22.4 lbs. She's only gained 2 lbs since she was there at 7.5 months. She's 90th percentile for heights, 75th for weight and still 50th for her head.

We came home and I thought I would scratch my hands off. The rash was spreading, to my feet and my thighs. Friday morning I went back to the doctor. It was now all over my tummy, down my thighs, up my feet to my ankles, up my arms. My throat was sore and my ears were congested. She found an ear infection, and decided it wasn't excema. She ran a bunch of blood tests and a throat culture, found out it wasn't strep or scarlet fever (whew!). So now I wait until the results come back. In the mean time I might lose all my skin!