house of itching
Aug. 8th, 2005 09:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7I have these bug bites all over one breast and on my side where the bra band goes. Big, ugly, red bites the size of pencil erasers, extremely itchy.
Z, meanwhile, has developed a superficial allergic reaction, most likely to some new soap he bought. He's got tiny bumps on his skin, like a prickly heat rash, and last night was driven so crazy by them that he put a pair of socks on, pulled up as far as they'd go, then put a second pair on his hands and pulled them up all the way (so he couldn't scratch), and then, he tells me, found yet a third pair of socks with the toes blown out (I do laundry, but I don't darn socks) and pulled them up over his knees.
So we're both Solarcained and calamined to within an inch of our sanity, but of course, to no avail: itchy stuff itches no matter what and all you can do to stop it is stop thinking about it, but of course, it's impossible to ignore it. Urgh. I actually have quite a severe bruise on my left breast where I snuck into a corner at work and itched myself so violently I pinched the flesh. The pain was a welcome distraction, but now it's just made the whole scene that much uglier, what with the red bumps and the black and blue. ...
Not to mention that spider bite on my bicep is still visible as a large faded brown bruise. It's weird and ugly. But at least it doesn't itch.
That's really all I have to say about that. I was going to say intelligent things about money math Z did yesterday, and various ruminations upon similar situations, and something excited about the upcoming weekend, but I don't really have any attention span to devote to it. I'm just going to sit here and concentrate on not scratching itches, for the moment.
Z, meanwhile, has developed a superficial allergic reaction, most likely to some new soap he bought. He's got tiny bumps on his skin, like a prickly heat rash, and last night was driven so crazy by them that he put a pair of socks on, pulled up as far as they'd go, then put a second pair on his hands and pulled them up all the way (so he couldn't scratch), and then, he tells me, found yet a third pair of socks with the toes blown out (I do laundry, but I don't darn socks) and pulled them up over his knees.
So we're both Solarcained and calamined to within an inch of our sanity, but of course, to no avail: itchy stuff itches no matter what and all you can do to stop it is stop thinking about it, but of course, it's impossible to ignore it. Urgh. I actually have quite a severe bruise on my left breast where I snuck into a corner at work and itched myself so violently I pinched the flesh. The pain was a welcome distraction, but now it's just made the whole scene that much uglier, what with the red bumps and the black and blue. ...
Not to mention that spider bite on my bicep is still visible as a large faded brown bruise. It's weird and ugly. But at least it doesn't itch.
That's really all I have to say about that. I was going to say intelligent things about money math Z did yesterday, and various ruminations upon similar situations, and something excited about the upcoming weekend, but I don't really have any attention span to devote to it. I'm just going to sit here and concentrate on not scratching itches, for the moment.
