No one likes a crabby Anastasia...

I've got it figured out...mom gave me 50 mgs of Benadryl tonight to keep me docile. As you may or may not know by now, I'm not completely as sweet as I appear to be. I am slightly opinionated and have few problems offending people. I am quite possibly the WORST patient ever, and I have medical knowledge so that just compounds it all. This morning I woke up and my allergies are in full swing, therefore I wake up feeling cruddy. It's not like full blown ugh I'm gonna die cruddy, it's like the back of my nasal cavity is rebelling against the rest of my body and histamines are totally against me. So I go to work, sit through a unit meeting for 3 hours and then lock myself in my office and work on my case and getting it closed. On my way home I'm feeling worse, not to mention this lady in the car behind me in traffic that I swear I felt her breathing down the back of my neck. Really lady, back off! But I digress...I'm talking to mom on the way home and I'm flat out cranky I walk in the door and she immediately doses me up with 50 mgs of Benadryl. For me, Benadryl does wonders with allergy problems and consciousness. So, now I'm halfway awake, witty but very sleepies and I'm giving in at 9:45 pm and going to bed.