The pox continues.
All other symptoms have now given way to unbearable itching.
The welts continue to appear and are spreading to new areas of my body. Imagine the worst possible place for a bloke to develop itchy, inflamed sores that ooze sticky moisture if you dare to touch them. Yes, I even have them there.
I managed only an hour of sleep last night. The itching was light when I went to bed, but developed into a raging onslaught after just a short while. I made several attempts at going back to sleep, but just moving around in bed was producing enough friction and therefore also skin irritation, that sleep remained somewhere beyond my reach.
I eventually got up at 04:00 and lay on the couch, watching TV. I wasn’t any more comfortable, but at least my mind could contemplate something other than the state of my skin.
I’m not sure how many more days of this I’ve got ahead of me, but it’s probably at least a couple more.
I’m a frightening sight at the moment, it has to be said. If I am disturbed by what stares back at me when I look in the mirror now, imagine how I must look to perfect strangers. I look like a monster.
My body, too, looks repulsively diseased. It really is a disgusting sight.
On the positive side, at least the splitting headaches and dizziness have stopped, although I actually preferred them to the itching.
Praise goes to Sarah, who is currently single-handedly holding this household together. Not only I am unable to help, I’m an extra person that she has to help, so she’s quadratically busy.
Thankfully, she was able to get some menthol talc and calendula cream today, which actually does help calm my tormented skin.
All I can do is continue to kill time until the virus has had its fun with me.