I do not need this right now. I am so freaking busy. But ...

- Scene - I am seated around a table with one of our medical directors (Kelvin), my boss (Stacy) and our risk manager (Koreen).

"Wayne, do you have an update on turn around times for LabCorp COVID-19 samples?"

*I am idly scratching an itch on my neck* "LabCorp is saying their turn around is three days, but it's averaging more like six. Regardless of what we're being told, it's six."

Koreen pipes up. "Should we include this in the messaging going out to providers? What do you think --"

"Wait." Kelvin stands up and leans over toward me. He's staring at my neck.

"What?" I frown and look askance at the medical director.

Kelvin grabs my hand and moves it. There are little gasps from both Stacy and Koreen. "Wayne, are you breathing okay?"

"What!? Yes! Why?"

"Raise your pantleg. Roll up your sleeves. Now. Do it now." He's tiny, but very insistent.

I do. There's a massive rash all over my limbs, neck, all the exposed skin.

"You're having an allergic reaction." Kelvin looks at my boss. "Stacy, do you have Benadryl?"

I get a big dose of Benadryl, then I'm promptly run out of the building before the medication hits me.

I think I'm gonna sleep well tonight.

Or, maybe in a few minutes.