Warning: Graphic photos and content ahead.
11:45am: Shortly after we arrive at Shiloh West I notice Paul throwing loose bits of hay into Ellie's stall. We catch up with a couple friend of ours for a few minutes and as I start to get Ellie ready to go Paul remarks that the chlorine in the pool yesterday must have really dried out his skin- he was feeling itchy.
12:30pm: I noticed a little redness in his face and he wandered off to the bathroom to investigate.
2pm: Fast forward to our arrival home- where he remarks that he thinks he might have been allergic to something at the barn and has a few red bumps on his face.
3pm: I ignore him, classic hypochondriac symptoms, and we go furniture shopping at West Elm.
9:45pm: Getting ready for bed Paul mentions that this rash has moved down his arms and thighs. I suggest poison ivy.
10pm-12am: I wake up on random occasions to see Paul's reading light and/or get cat cuddles.
12:30am: Paul wakes me up to tell me the reaction is getting worse, he's going to a Walgreens to get Benadryl, and that he was going to sleep on the couch.
1:17am: I hear a car door slam, but no garage door, so get up to investigate. See Paul return home through the front door and he stays downstairs to sleep on the couch.
1:20am: "Thank God," I think selfishly. I have to be up at 3am for a flight.
1:25-3am: Sleep, but have dreams related to being responsible, which must mean I was hoping to get the rash as well to get out of travel. Feel slightly itchy.
7:35am: Land in Las Vegas and am greeted by this....
Topical and oral steroids and he'll be back to normal in 2-3 weeks. The Doc said it was an allergic reaction to some combination of airborne things- a combination that may or may not ever occur again.
So. That happened. And now Paul may never go to the barn again. Frankly- I wouldn't blame him!