I caught myself swearing, “Bollocks!” over an accidentally unplugged cable. It was then dawned on me that I am officially a Briton missus.

It’s been a month since we exchanged vows. But it didn’t take long to test Matthew to stay with me in sickness. I’ve developed an autoimmune disease the week before the wedding. I have a chronic case of urticaria and it has been more than 6 weeks now. My case is not fatal, if anything it is a major discomfort and embarrassment.

I have exhausted every antihistamine drug known to men, ones prescribed by doctors and some smuggled from Singapore. I have finished bottles of diphenhydramine smeared all over me. On top of that, Matthew insisted to pour prickly heat powder on me every night before bed. During the day, we put the AC on 16 or 18 degrees and apply ice-cold compress on me.

Anyway, I just wanted to check in with the blog readers, that I am still alive and scratching!

The blotching bride!

Oh, Matthew and I came up with this joke:

What do you give a Latina for her allergic reaction: an antihispanic! XD