1. I have a rash. I ate something that I didn't know I was allergic to, and broke out in pinpricks of excruciatingly awful, painful, itchy, nonstop spreading rash. The only place that it hasn't spread it my face and petunia, god bless. At least then I can blame my turtlenecks and long pants on the unseasonably cold weather we have been having and not the fact that I feel like an itch wrapped in an itch wrapped in the pox.
2. I'm spending Easter with my boyfriends parents, who are shy and sweet and lovely and I have nothing in common with except that we've all seen their son naked. And that's not exactly a talking point that you bring up over the Easter ham. And I'm so nervous that I'm getting even itchier, and the antihistamine slash anxiety medicine (I swear Jared talked the emerg doctor into giving me the combo to keep me calm) isn't working and I just look like a pincushion. And not even one of the cute ones that your mom used to have with all the satin chinese looking dolls holding hands in different colored pajamas around the edges.
3. While doing dishes to get ready to go, in my itchiness I'm ready to friggin' cry, and suddenly I'm standing in 2 inches of water because the water pipe connected my sink to the big pipe has fallen apart and now the only comfortable pants that I have are soaked up to the ankles in sour soy milk water and the remnants of pasta floating between my toes.
4. I have two essays to complete. Actually, one and a substantial ammount of editing. Editing that is further required because among the sour soy milk and pasta, was also my essay, which has been washed clean of any and all possible marginalia, editing marks and remarks by my proffessor and actually FLOATED into the middle of my kitchen.
*scratch*
2. I'm spending Easter with my boyfriends parents, who are shy and sweet and lovely and I have nothing in common with except that we've all seen their son naked. And that's not exactly a talking point that you bring up over the Easter ham. And I'm so nervous that I'm getting even itchier, and the antihistamine slash anxiety medicine (I swear Jared talked the emerg doctor into giving me the combo to keep me calm) isn't working and I just look like a pincushion. And not even one of the cute ones that your mom used to have with all the satin chinese looking dolls holding hands in different colored pajamas around the edges.
3. While doing dishes to get ready to go, in my itchiness I'm ready to friggin' cry, and suddenly I'm standing in 2 inches of water because the water pipe connected my sink to the big pipe has fallen apart and now the only comfortable pants that I have are soaked up to the ankles in sour soy milk water and the remnants of pasta floating between my toes.
4. I have two essays to complete. Actually, one and a substantial ammount of editing. Editing that is further required because among the sour soy milk and pasta, was also my essay, which has been washed clean of any and all possible marginalia, editing marks and remarks by my proffessor and actually FLOATED into the middle of my kitchen.
*scratch*
1 comment:
Oh Andrea, I am so sorry to hear that! Have you tried calomine lotion (I have no idea if that's how you spell it, but I know it does help with itchiness!)
I hope you feel better soon!
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