Revenge of the poxilated chicken!
I had a "fun" couple of days so far this week. It started Friday actually, I was itchy like crazy for no reason at all, and it lasted until Sunday. That's when I noticed spots. Which is kinda funny since I'd been calling my itch, the chicken pox without the pox. So on Monday, Lisa brought me to the clinic and the doctor didn't seem too competent. He was kinda confused about the spots, and I had told him I thought it was the pox. But nope, according to him, it was scabies. Scabies is basically lice of the skin. So I was totally confused as to how I could have gotten it since I don't go out, no one's been here, and no one else in my family has any symptoms. So whatever, my mom and I started getting rid of my sheets and vacuuming my room and my mattress an that night I did the treatment. The next morning however, the spots I had got way worse and I got a ton more, especially on my face. So my aunt brought me back to the clinic, and the doctor of that day just took one look at me and said I had the chicken pox. He almost laughed at the fact that I had been told I had scabies, since scabies don't attack the face and they usually hang out in folds or dark areas like where the elbow bends and between fingers and toes, and there were no spots there! So I told him I had them before he told me he's seen people who've had them three times. So who knows, maybe 10 years from now I might get them again!