Itchy

I will preface this entry with a statement....

I have probably taken way more Benadryl than needed today so disregard anything I say that seems benadrylllie...yes I just made up that word.

So two nights ago I slept like a rock...I don't even think I moved because when I woke up I discovered that I was in the exact position from when I fell asleep. What I also discovered was that I had also had an unexpected and unwelcome visitor in my sheets. I'm going to call it a mosquito, because that makes me feel a little better about this whole situation, but the truth is, a mosquito is not capable of the damage this little demon did to the back of my thighs.

We aren't talking swollen mosquito bites that grow to the size of a golf ball that you look at and think oohhh, ouch...we are not even in the baseball sized ball park...I have five bites on the back of my legs that literally have the circumference of a CD. Like the ones you put in a stereo to listen to music....those CD's.Not only are they big, but they are in one of the most inconvenient places possible...right below my butt cheeks (so pictures of only a few of the lower ones will be available to see).
Yes, right below my butt, that way if they begin to feel a little better, they not so kindly remind me that they are still there whenever I walk, sit, or move in any way....

With that said, I will just tell you all readers that I have never in my entire life been as miserable as I have been the past 48 hours. I am talking about an itch that I didn't think was imaginable, pain that makes my legs feel like they are swelling past how far my skin can stretch, and heat...my legs are radiating heat.

When I say miserable, I mean the only kind of miserable that can make me SPRINT to the bathroom at 3 in the morning to jump in an ice cold shower just to feel relief. I'm talking miserable to the point where I am voluntarily guzzling Benadryl to put myself into an unaware, and delirious state. Then I'm even more uncomfortable (and rather emotional) because that Benadryl makes me sleepy, and sleep is just something I can't do right now.

The only way to be somewhat comfortable is to sit on two ice blocks (the ones used in lunch boxes) with my legs coated in cortizone that's been lathered on in the same way that girls put on lotion after a shower. I figured that frostbite has to feel better than fiery itching....Can't say that for sure but right now, but I sure am willing to find out.

Now my friends, I tell you all of this not as a way to ask for your prayers for me physically, because I know that this itch and pain will go away within a few days and that all I need to do is be patient, pray, and continue to drink Benadryl straight from the bottle. However, I need attitude prayers because frankly, mine is awful. I've discovered that I'm not a graceful sufferer.

I also want to tell you this so that you can pray for Josh...I've been so bitter and so itchy, and when you combine the two, thats the attitude Josh is getting from me, and that is not fair to him. My tongue is my worst enemy and my frustration always gets directed towards him. Talk about a poopy wife.

I don't need to get mad at him when he suggests and offers to rub athletes foot cream on the back of my legs, even if I feel like its a ridiculous idea... I don't need to be upset when he tries so hard not to laugh when I am acting like a fool from the itches. Most of all, I really don't need to be awful towards him when he is trying to distract my mind by trying to make me laugh.  He has been so sweet to me, and is trying so hard...To be honest, I feel like all he really needs to do is lock me in a spare room until the symptoms go away.

Since I know that's not an option, I'm left with one choice...to suck it up and start being loving. If I don't, I think he might accidentally on purpose get lost in China, and I couldn't blame him for wanting to.