Wednesday, August 22, 2007
I was sitting innocently in my seat in the lecture hall listening to the math teacher drone on and on about Maclaurin's oh-so-smart theorem.
It was 6pm on a fine Tuesday evening marred by the fact that I was in a lecture.
I had scratched my neck quite a few times and was breaking out in goosebumps although I didn't know why the hell I was feeling weird.
I took a look at my arms and to my utmost horror........
I WAS HAVING RASHES ALL OVER MY UPPER ARMS.GAH. I HATE RASHES.
Long story short, I called my dad, went home and bathed.
I thought it would stop there but
NO.
My dad gave me some cream to apply (the cream is used for dry skin) and then the rashes got worse. It started to bloat, turn reddish and
ITCH LIKE I APPLIED ITCHING POWDER. Trying to stop myself from scratching took a lot of willpower, a few rounds of dancing the "itch dance" and rolling on a bed a few times.
Major itching led to a trip to the doctor, a diagnosis of hives (something my sister gets often), a jab and an MC for one day.
And you think it would stop there right?
wrongI woke up this morning and I realised I had rashes ALL OVER (it was limited to my sweat spots yesterday) in large patches.
I took the itch reducing tablet and prayed for the patches to disappear.
Good news is that most of it has disappeared although the patch on my back and a few on my arms are still there.
Well, all I can say is that...praise the Lord that my rash problem is slowly disappearing!
Rachel typed at 5:20 pm
