I am allergic!

It seems I am having an allergic reaction to something in the hotel.  Ian and I think it could be the sheets and towels. Or rather what they are washed in.  I spent part of my evening at the E.R. here on base.  I think that is a record for our family.  Usually the kids and I wait until Ian has deployed to have a medical problem. Or at least until we are in a house and all checked into at the hospital. I fell asleep for a couple of hours and woke up looking like a prize fighter after loosing all 8 rounds.  (I think a fight is 8 rounds, if it's more then add that).  My arms and legs itched, and I thought my ears were going to fall off.  I tried taking a shower, and that did nothing.  

Sasebo is a small base.  We don't have a full hospital, just a tiny clinic.  (Everything here is tiny. ( Our bowling alley only has about 8 lanes).  I called the clinic to ask about Benadrly.  None of the stores were open.  Everything seems to close around 5 here.  The corpsman that I spoke with was very nice, and had the on call nurse call me right back here at the hotel.  I explained what was going on.  He asked me a few questions, to be sure I was breathing OK, and had me come right on over.  I was in and out of there within 5 min.  Mr. nice nurse, handed me a bottle of benadryl and sent me on my way.  

Today we have a meeting at housing and I still look like I was beat up in a bar fight.  My arms still itch, as do my fingers and ears.  Ian washed all of the sheets and towels.  (Yes, he really is that good).  I spoke with the front desk and asked that they NOT replace the sheets or towels in our room.  When the sweet young lady came to clean today she was not happy about our request.  It seems that changing the bedding, and providing clean crisp towels is her job!   After speaking with her and explaining the situation (as best as I could, using hand signals and bowing non stop) I think she feels OK about it all.  But, I will make sure I am here tomorrow just to be sure they don't take away my sheets.   Apart from that we have no earthly idea what it could be.  I will give it another day and if my face still looks like this I will have to go back to the doctor.  I can not walk around base looking like this.  I will scare the small children.  

One other big difference here in Sasebo seems to be the speed in which things are done.  Normally when we PCS to an overseas duty station the first few days are a blur.  Running to housing, schools, the hospital and 15 other places we are required to check in and provide a copy of our DEA to.  (remember from our previous lessons DEA means Dependent Entry Approval).  We were up at 5, and fully prepared for the onslaught of running, when the brakes were put on full stop.    Ian went to TPD, checked in, and was told to come back tomorrow.  We then walked to PSD to inquire about our pay (it seems that when we moved, they stopped paying us).  Raising 3 kids we sort of need money to pay bills and buy food.  You all understand don't you?  Good!  I knew you would.  To my amazement, so did the wonderful (way to cheerful at 8 am) gentleman at PSD.  He quickly located the issue and fixed everything.  We should once again be getting a pay check!  Yeah, us.. There will be food tonight.  Mr. happy to help even printed off copies of everything we would need for the housing office.  My troop and I headed up to the housing office, and we were told to come back Thursday!  WHAT?  For a moment there I thought it was a joke.  On every other OCONUS base we have lived on, you have a housing briefing the day you arrive. Jet lag me damned.   Nope, we were sent away to rest up for a couple of days, and get out barrings.  That scares me.  Does this mean the news we will receive today will be BAD?  We shall see... In the mean time I am going to try and shower again before our meeting in an hour.  Wish me luck on finding a house!