I have been suffering pretty much non stop for a week and a half.  Luckily I’m able to sleep through about half the night without much trouble.  This afternoon I was about to lose my mind - itching all over and unable to get comfortable no matter what.  I called the pharmacy to ask about the atarax and the palps and the pharmacist couldn’t tell me I’d be safe taking it.  I broke down and called my doc at home.  This isn’t something I ever do.  I figure I have my days to myself and the last thing I want is some dingaling pestering me.  I was desperate.  I contemplated going to the hospital and begging someone to put me on telemetry and pump me full of antihistamines.  What do you do if you have rhythm disturbances and chronic hives?  It’s just evil. 

Anyway, doc told me to go ahead with the atarax.  He doesn’t seem to think that’s the source of the PVC’s.  I was happy that he wasn’t too upset with my calling his home.  Matter of fact, he sounded quite relaxed and unaffected by my call so that was a plus.  I’ve never called my doctor at home.  Ever.  I hung up with him around 4:59 and by 5:00 I had taken an atarax.  My skin feels like silk now and  I’m elated.  Relief finally after 12 days.  I can’t believe I forgot to ask him if it was OK while I was at my last visit.  Lesson learned - the hard way.