Oh come ON immune system!
...So, when I told you not to drop the ball, you decide to allow a virus that keeps my nose leaking for weeks, to set up house inside me. And as if to "apologize" for that little setback, now that I'm on the mend, I'm SUDDENLY ALLERGIC TO UNIVERSE. Thank you auto-immune reaction to Random Shit.
WTH. Over the summer, I'd developed a nasty set of rashes on my arms, legs, and neck. Because yes, I am apparently allergic to my own sweat. They were so bad, that those parts of my body were covered in raw sores and pus-filled boils. And then, through a remarkable amount of Terramycin and Betnovate, as well as a truly heroic effort not to scratch, I finally stopped oozing. The wounds healed over, and save for some residual dryness, discoloration and scarring, my skin began to take on a more skin-like quality. Y'know. Instead of a sick cross between reptilian scales and bubbling swampland.
I generally don't sweat much, and with the weather being cooler, I've hardly been sweating at all. Still, the rashes are coming back. Except they're not just in the isolated pulse points I'd already mutilated with my own fingernails, no. THEY'RE ALL OVER. So far, the only spots that HAVEN'T been affected are my face and torso. Even my frickin' EARS are red and swollen with histamine-itch. I haven't hit the "oozing and raw" stage yet, but when I'm itchy, I tend to scratch unconsciously. I've already clipped my nails nearly down to the nailbeds, but I know that it's only a matter of time before I hit the Oozing Pustule stage again.
Worse: I don't know if this is still that virus-thing, but I'm currently a bit short of breath, and my nose and throat have been taking turns: nose dripping and throat itching.
THE UNIVERSE IS MADE OF ALLERGENS.
It's like I spent the last few nights doing tequila shots with gin chasers. Without the fun Drunky part. Or the barfing. Actually, in retrospect, the no-barfing bit is probably a good thing.
WTH. Over the summer, I'd developed a nasty set of rashes on my arms, legs, and neck. Because yes, I am apparently allergic to my own sweat. They were so bad, that those parts of my body were covered in raw sores and pus-filled boils. And then, through a remarkable amount of Terramycin and Betnovate, as well as a truly heroic effort not to scratch, I finally stopped oozing. The wounds healed over, and save for some residual dryness, discoloration and scarring, my skin began to take on a more skin-like quality. Y'know. Instead of a sick cross between reptilian scales and bubbling swampland.
I generally don't sweat much, and with the weather being cooler, I've hardly been sweating at all. Still, the rashes are coming back. Except they're not just in the isolated pulse points I'd already mutilated with my own fingernails, no. THEY'RE ALL OVER. So far, the only spots that HAVEN'T been affected are my face and torso. Even my frickin' EARS are red and swollen with histamine-itch. I haven't hit the "oozing and raw" stage yet, but when I'm itchy, I tend to scratch unconsciously. I've already clipped my nails nearly down to the nailbeds, but I know that it's only a matter of time before I hit the Oozing Pustule stage again.
Worse: I don't know if this is still that virus-thing, but I'm currently a bit short of breath, and my nose and throat have been taking turns: nose dripping and throat itching.
THE UNIVERSE IS MADE OF ALLERGENS.
It's like I spent the last few nights doing tequila shots with gin chasers. Without the fun Drunky part. Or the barfing. Actually, in retrospect, the no-barfing bit is probably a good thing.