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Itch. Frigging, stupid Itch. I’m really sort of sick and tired of itching, you know? I have had a horrible, irritating itch of one sort or another for the last eighteen days without rest.

I don’t know if I’ve poison ivy still or no. My leg looks like it, but it doesn’t seem to itch constantly. Either that, or my hands are just too distracting, and I don’t notice one itch for the other. That isn’t a comforting thought.

And yes, I said ~hands~, as in plural. Remember those couple of marks on my left hand, the ones that itched horribly? Well, I have about a dozen of those angry, swollen, lumpy marks now, on both hands, and each one itches as bad as the next. It isn’t easy scratching both hands at once, either. *g*

And now, the rest of my body is starting to itch as well. I’m desperately hoping that it’s just some sort of a weird sympathy-itch sort of thing, or maybe just a reaction to the bites on my hands or something. Of course, now I’m not sure that those marks ~are~ bites, because how could I end up with a dozen of them? That seems like one malicious arachnid. Maybe the first couple of marks were bites, and the rest are reactionary or something. Who knows?

Hopefully, I guess, the doctor knows. I’m going to try and see someone today, even though I loathe to do so for more than one reason, the financial reason being the biggest one. When I went to the Student Health Center last time, I showed them my insurance card, and the lady said, “That won’t work. We’ll just mail you the bill and you can send it to your insurance company.” And I don’t know what that means. Perhaps my insurance card was just too worn (it’s pretty old). Or perhaps it was just a nice way of saying “you’re screwed”. If that is the case, I doubt I can afford two doctor bills any more than I can afford one of them.

Anyway, that’s the latest update on yours truly. I still itch. I’m still going to work and classes regardless of the fact that I can’t really concentrate on either. And now I’m starting to think that I’m not going to be able to go out ~this~ weekend, either. I haven’t been out with my friends on the weekend since early July. I saw JJ on the bus yesterday, and I had to kick him before he recognized me. *g* None of my friends up here have seen me with my shorter, blonder hair yet.

Anyway. Off to exercise, take a shower, and go to work and probably a doctor.