Death by a thousand scratches
Of course I’m scratching, as much as they tell you not to scratch - more irritation, permanent scarring, etc. But I can’t not scratch. Even the bites on my face that look oh-so-lovely already. Benadryl and Cortizone anti-itch creams only provide extremely temporary relief. It’s all annoying as hell and stretching my eggshell patience this Monday. I suppose that’s one way that I know that summer has begun. Dallas has had its first documented positive test for West Nile, and the OFF isn’t keeping the mosquitoes away. Complete with a storm-driven headache, I think it’s all I can take of this week on a Monday, no less. Maybe I’ll scratch myself into a new skin or into a new week even.