Jan 12, 2008 12:51
When I was in 1st grade me and my best friend came down with a terrible case of the chicken pox. I remember the pink calamine lotion burning my sores as my mother patiently applied it to my infected skin; my family coming from all over town to bring me oat baths, juice, gatorade, cookies, and any other home remedies that they all swore by; picking the pock that was on my forehead so I would have a scab just like my mom; and last but not least - being miserable and bored. After it was all said in done with, I was relieved to know that once you had a bad case of the pox, you were most likely to never get it again.
Well, I was lied too. Apparently since the vaccination was released, the pox have mutated. Leaving me, and anyone else who has or has not been exposed to be susceptible to catching it.
Me and Jason sit here growing pox all over the place. My "mother" spot is on my right calf. My right arm has a small patch of bumps. The rest of my body has a few spots here and there. As I type this I can feel more sprouting on my chest and back.
I am not the type of person that will just get the normal 200-300 spots, my luck will give me 1000-1500. I pray that they stay as more of as the pox than getting shingles.
To top it all off, I have a terrible tooth ache that has been stealing my sleep. I was planning on taking care of it this week, but because I am so contagious, looks like that is out of the question.
So, before we the "sickness" sets in, we must venture to the store ( careful to not breath on anyone) and stock up on lotion, oatmeal bath, fluids, and Benadryl.
Damn-it, I have to cut all of my nails down too.