The evening of Sunday before last was spent at a lovely house in Maleny, the only 'bush' type place I have been that has made me think that yes, these people who live in 'the country' are really on to something - something that makes the 40 minute drive to civilisation worthwhile.
The way the blocks are set out up there is that they're joined by an irrigation channel - your own little stream that you could totally rock a rowboat on (though 'irrigation' makes me think 'sewage', so I'm not entirely sure of that). And as the night set in the conversation got rowdier, the skittles were fewer and the mozzies settled in on my ankle.
At 5am the next morning I woke myself up with the itching. The itching that turned to bleeding that was surprising but OH MY GOD it felt good to scratch that itch - and I had plenty of opportunity to scratch it as it was quite often itchy.
Yesterday, I noticed more on my leg. And more on my toes - like I knew I had itchy toes, but didn't realise that it was all different toes and WHY they were itchy. And then one appeared in my palm while I was chasing The Hun around the bathroom, threatening to breathe on him. And at the same time another appeared on my rude finger (ah mah!) he thinks he spotted one on his own arm.
I had figured it was just mosquito bites, but I don't think they spread when you scratch them. Then I had figured it was bed bugs, but those newer ones appeared while I was on the couch.
Then I figured it was some other bug, but then the cream from the chemist made not one iota of difference (and The Hun has not actually got any).
Then I figured I had chickenpox, but I've already had them. That didn't stop me daydreaming of two weeks off work because I didn't feel any worse.
Or did I?
I didn't get to sleep until after 1am last night, the itching on my foot and the repetitive 'DO.NOT.ITCH. PLEASE.STAY.STILL. CONCENTRATE.ON.YOUR.BREATH' running through my head driving me crazy.
Then I was awake again at 4am for over an hour, the other foot itch driving me mental - my swishing my feet around on the sheets woke up The Hun who then asked in a small voice if I could please face the other way (I found out tonight he asked because I had night breath, not because he was afraid of getting sick!).
I popped into the doctor this morning who had a quick unconcerned look at only a few of the 26 spots I had found and told me it is probably just a viral thing, something that will get bad for three days but then be fine, come back if it's not better soonish, buy some antihistamines for the itch, please pay your fifty five dollars at the counter.
So, I went to the chemist bought some antishistimenes, rushed into work (close to 10am!), popped my pills, did my BAU work and left just after 12:30. Heed my call: two Phenergen WILL make you drowsy - when the chemist lady warned me that it might make me drowsy, so watch out with my driving, I gave her my knowing, itchy look - like all tablets have that warning, right?
I stumbled away from my desk, out the doors, concentrated on not giving into the drowsy heat inside my black car, walked from my front door to the bed losing pants and shirt on the way and practically passed out on my side for two hours (I'd set my alarm for uni in the afternoon).
I think the nap helped (drugs + 5 hours sleep does not equal productive) and I've had some more tonight and it DOES make the itch go away (at least until I accidentally rub a bump on something and realise how goooood tha feels!) - tomorrow I will beg The Hun for some pocket money to buy some anti-drowsy drugs until my pimple legs return to their sexy, pasty, dry state.
Do me a favour and scratch your legs for me?!
Edit#2 - Do you have any suggestions to stop the itch? I considered covering them in bandaids or putting them in icewater, but I don't have many bandaids and didn't want to wake up with frostbite (though d'jen has advised it just wouldn't happen).