Jul 20, 2009 00:26
Waaah, I feel sick again! Whatever it was that I had back in February, it's partially back. In the beginning of the year, I developed this horrible bump on the back of my neck that got infected with what I'm assuming was staph bacteria, and it was horrible and itchy and crusty and gross but what was worse was how it spread everywhere.
Luckily, it's not as bad as that this time but it has returned in possibly the worst place to get it -- my scalp. It's itchy and very uncomfortable and I have to sleep on my face. At least, if it had been on say my arm or leg, I could have easily isolated the problem spot BUT NO IT HAD TO BE ON MY HEAD AND I LIKE TO NAP AND I TAKE GREAT PRIDE IN HAVING FABULOUS HAIR BUT NOW I CAN'T STYLE IT LIKE A 40'S HOLLYWOOD GLAMOUR ICON LIKE I'VE BEEN DOING RECENTLY BECAUSE EVEN PUTTING MY HAND NEAR MY HEAD MAKES ME UNCOMFORTABLE. *fumes*
I think it might have come from me dyeing my hair last Monday. I was fine beforehand, and I didn't notice any major change while it was in my hair but after I washed it out and dried it, my scalp was itching like crazy and already there were little bumps throughout. I'll spare you the details but it's moved on to my right ear and driving me crazy. Because of it, I feel like crap and I'm horribly grouchy. I ended up snapping at Patrick yesterday and felt bad afterwards.
I tried my old home remedy -- a quick wash of my head with apple cider vinegar -- but it doesn't seem to be working like it did before. I might have to go to the doctor's just to get some goddamn fucking expensive cream that might not even work so I don't have to put up with this horrible, hellish discomfort during the four-day drive to Florida next Sunday. It means less spending money for my trip, too. WAAAH~!!
FUCK.
I'd honestly just shave my head and slather on whatever medicine was given to me but I've been trying to grow my hair out for the past few months, nevermind that I just dyed it and it would have been a waste of my money. Plus, I think wearing a wig over it would just worsen my condition. *stares longingly at my sexy long-haired wig*
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Other than that: Frodo, Patrick and I have made plans to move in together. We're so much closer now. I wonder why. Anyway, I've devised a plan like this -- once I get back from Florida, I start hunting for a better job that pays more, and then the three of us save up as much as we can until 2010 when Frodo can move out of his mum's apartment. Then, we find a really cute, sexy apartment and not have to worry about rent since it'll be split three ways and live happily for some time YAY.
blergh,
i hate this fucking feeling,
sick