I want to crawl out of my skin. Either that or immerse myself in a vat of jellied liquid, as bad as that sounds.
My skin, especially on my arms and lower legs is so flaky, I leave a trail behind me. It's ugly but that's not the problem. The problem is it itches so much I want to be sedated. I have so little skin that it actually hurts when it touches my clothes. Yesterday, after doing a few paint touch-ups necessitated by the move, I took a long bubble bath. It felt really good. I lathered myself with Sarna lotion and felt okay the rest of the day.
The fire ants arrive just after sundown. A nibble here, a nibble there. I apply more lotion. It helps for an hour or so. Doing something physical to take my mind off the itch, sometimes helps. Sitting and reading is not an option.
Before 9 pm, I applied more lotion and put my pajamas on. I had taken my meds at 8 pm, which include a strong drug that's supposed to calm the itch. It seems to be losing effectiveness. I wanted to watch a show I like called Criminal Minds. This episode was going to feature Reid, the genius profiler. I stretched out on the couch and tried to ignore the maddening sensation of wanting to scratch myself. At the first commercial, I called it quits. I took my Ambien and eventually reached the state where there's no itching--sleep, glorious sleep.
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I hope you're able to find something to tame the itch soon.
That sounds horrible! Can they give you a different drug? Is that GVHD of the skin?
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