On Saturday, I noticed a few itchy bumps on the backs of both hands. Naturally, I suspected bedbugs. Yes, my hypochondria does tend toward the parasitic. On Sunday, the bumps were numerous and red, spreading up my arms. They had established colonies on both ankles, too, and were insane-makingly itchy. Jennifer suggested scabies. Nature or nurture? It's so hard to tell!
By Monday, they were appearing so quickly that I could watch them boiling up. It was a holiday, but I went to work because that's what we do in my department. It's true--my coworker Ann was there, too, and I told her my sad and itchy story and showed her an afflicted limb. She suggested I take some Benedryl because it looked like a rash her daughter had gotten as an allergic reaction. Oh! As soon as she said that, I realized that I was probably allergic to the Lamosil.
So I guess these are hives? They are slowly retreating. I have looked like hell all week--I had to teach a class on Friday in the teaching theater with remote sites. Usually when I present something in there, I worry about how fat I look on the monitor; it was a nice break to worry instead about how leprotic I look instead. So that's one for the plus side, but for the most part it has been a crappy week.
I did floss.