It is 4:30 am. 3:30 midwest time. I am not supposed to be awake. I am supposed to be sleeping for another 45 mintues. But I have been awake already for 30. Why am I awake at this ungodly hour? I am awake because of the itch.
I have never felt so uncomfortable but not in pain. I'm not sure that itch has ever kept me awake before. The problem areas currently are my right knee, my right upper arm and elbow area, my back (an area I cannot reach to scratch, so which is pure, unscratched itch), and my feet. My feet are perhaps the worst; they are calling a siren song to itch that I almost cannot keep my hands off of. The itch on my feet is different, because it is from a different source. We went to a beach on Saturday night to watch a sunset over the Gulf, and I went onto the beach. Without shoes. And something bit me. A LOT. There are tiny bites of some sort all over my feet. Because if there is something to do biting, it will bite me. Rest assured, if you are near me, you will most likely barely get bitten. I am a bite magnet. A biting bug magnet.
These insidious biting bugs are now keeping me awake, thus reaffirming my suspicions all along: beaches are bad. Very, very bad. I shall henceforth renew my vigilant avoidance of them. Honestly, I do believe that were it possible, I'd simply strip the skin from my body and leave it in a pile in Florida. I'm that uncomfortable. It may seem a mite dramatic, but keep in mind, I am being kept awake by the itching attached to this skin. It's so very bad.
I am going to try to read for the next little while before I have to resume packing to go home. And I am going to try very hard to pretend there is no itching. It is probably a losing fight.
I have never felt so uncomfortable but not in pain. I'm not sure that itch has ever kept me awake before. The problem areas currently are my right knee, my right upper arm and elbow area, my back (an area I cannot reach to scratch, so which is pure, unscratched itch), and my feet. My feet are perhaps the worst; they are calling a siren song to itch that I almost cannot keep my hands off of. The itch on my feet is different, because it is from a different source. We went to a beach on Saturday night to watch a sunset over the Gulf, and I went onto the beach. Without shoes. And something bit me. A LOT. There are tiny bites of some sort all over my feet. Because if there is something to do biting, it will bite me. Rest assured, if you are near me, you will most likely barely get bitten. I am a bite magnet. A biting bug magnet.
These insidious biting bugs are now keeping me awake, thus reaffirming my suspicions all along: beaches are bad. Very, very bad. I shall henceforth renew my vigilant avoidance of them. Honestly, I do believe that were it possible, I'd simply strip the skin from my body and leave it in a pile in Florida. I'm that uncomfortable. It may seem a mite dramatic, but keep in mind, I am being kept awake by the itching attached to this skin. It's so very bad.
I am going to try to read for the next little while before I have to resume packing to go home. And I am going to try very hard to pretend there is no itching. It is probably a losing fight.
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