Where Would You Guest Star?

I could totally be a patient on House. Except I'm not dying. And I'm conscious. But other than that, I'm there. I have always had weird medical things happening to me. Like the time I was in 8th grade and bit my lip and it swelled to huge proportions instantly. Or the time I had such excruciating light sensitivity in my eyes that I couldn't drive and had to wear sunglasses in church. Or like right now when I have some sort of something up with my hands that I can't wear jewelry and they're all red and itchy gross. (GOOD MORNING! Hope you haven't eaten yet!) This time I thought I had eczema brought on by pregnancy, but I'm almost 7 months post-partum and it's only getting worse. So, off I go to the doctor for some serious professional help (which we all know I need), and hopefully some miracle cure because this is really, really annoying the you-know-what out of me.

Especially since I really like jewelry. I'm a ring person. I had really cool rings before I got married and then in a burst of romanticism I threw them in the bay when we got engaged because I didn't need any other ring than the one he gave me. (insert romantic sigh here.) Except I had this really cool silver ring that ten years down the road I want back but I can't find it anywhere. Oh, and my wedding ring. I really would like to wear that one again. Of course, Ryan hasn't worn his in the same amount of time that I haven't been able to wear mine. His issue is that he's gained so much weight that it doesn't fit anymore. Which really means it just needs to be sized. And it's not like he's really gained all that much. I like to tell him that now he looks like a person instead of a praying mantis.