Pox-ed!
Most might find idling at home for 2 weeks an idea to salivate over. Not when you are riddled with itchy pockmarks all over your torso, face and scalp. You can’t scratch them, they’ll scar.
Stupid chicken pox. I hate you.
The little bastards started to appear on Friday. Had a big one right in the middle of my back, which I thought was a pimple. Head felt a bit warm too, but did not tie the two together. At night, ask the hubby to check out the pimple which bothered me the whole day. He lifted up my shirt, took a look, and exclaimed that there were a few more small red spots on my back. The humongous one was filled with clear liquid. I hate you chicken pox!
To the doctor’s I went, picked up anti-viral medication, calamine, paracetamol, and anti-itch pills. The calamine felt good, i tell ya, but dries up the skin like a snake in Death Valley. The fever subsided by Saturday evening. Each day more spots appeared to taunt me into scratching them. Did I say I hate chicken pox?
Today’s day 5 since the doctor’s visit, and no new spots seem to be appearing, some are drying up, and some still content to sit on my skin with a bag full of water, daring me to squeeze them. A couple days more, and I’ll get to pick on dry scabs.
Can’t believe I’m saying this: I can’t wait to get back to work!
Gotta ciao, X-factor USA’s coming up on TV!
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