I woke up today scratching, scratching my legs like a lunatic, as if digging up land in search of gold. And wait it gets better, the itching is not just restricted to my legs but apparently extends to my arms and neck, not to mention my left cheek!
Regardless of the tempestuous cyclone that I had stormed up in my brain, I failed to figure out atleast one reason that may have triggered my insane allergy. With the pace and intensity of my scratching I soon expect to reach my bones as I have already succeeded in revealing flesh at many a different places all over my body!
Allergy is like a pest or rather one of those impossible little children you see every time you go to a restaurant, who keep on screaming their tiny heads off for attention. The frustrating part is I am giving my allergy attention, more so than anything else, yet it refuses to calm down for even a minute! It has reached such a horrific state that I almost feel like it is worse than the time I had chicken pox, or maybe my mind is a little exaggerated in its thoughts. I am in a dilemma.
As I type the words my right wrist feels like I put it inside a blender. I had scratched the skin at the right corner of my wrist, just where I place it as I type and it looks and feel appalling. To make things worse, the friction between my wrist and the surface of my computer table almost has me on the verge of crying out loud, yet the itching continues there, what more could I scratch? It goes beyond me!
I presume it is about time I stopped typing. My hands need me for my own self loathing scratching action!
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