sick and tired of sick and tired…

I took pictures of the rash this morning.  I shared the pictures with my family and a friend. I actually thought about posting the pictures, but decided against it. Just looking at them, make me gag a little bit.

The doctors said, “Well, just stay on the Benedryl until it goes away…two or three days.”

Have you ever tried to function on 2 Benedryl every couple of hours?  the first day I slept as soon as it hit my system, which I though was horrible.  I don’t mind being groggy and sleepy if I have a good reason, but when it’s because your body is covered in itchy spots,  it takes the fun out of the day long nap.
Today, because I complained about sleeping all day yesterday, God decided to let me know who’s running the place and whining isn’t an option.  I didn’t sleep at all today, even though I was juked up on 6 Benedryl.  I took 2 at 8am, 2 at noon, 2 at two…and none of it worked.  It kept the itching at bay, but the rash is still there.   At 5 I took two more.  I’m not even drowsy, just feel like I drank a pint of Vodka.

Did I mention the rashy itchy shit keeps moving?  Yeah.  Currently it’s on the bottom of my feet, under my left boob and on my right hip.  In an hour it will probably have found it’s way to my eyeballs, between my fingers and some where on my ass.  Just when you get use to the itching in that certain spot, it moves.  And when I say, it moves…it MOVES. It gets up and boogies to the next spot, leaving red irritated skin patches and then swells up another part of my body.

I want to write this to see if I can find SOME humor in the situation.  So far, I just want to cry.  It’s not the fact that there is no part of my body that doesn’t burn from the itch, it’s the mental shit it’s doing to my head.
I wanna scream, “It’s NOT FAIR!”
“Take this, it will make it better.”  and that is exactly what I have been doing and it’s not working, and not only does it NOT work, it makes it worse.

Okay, I just realized why I needed to write this…to understand why it’s me this is happening to. Because if this was one of my kids, I would say, “God, take it from them and give it to me.”  Maybe this batch of stuff was meant for one of the kids and God just knew I would already ask for it, so he’s doing me a favor.

Those little shits owe me big time. BIG TIME.