i just keep getting scabbier and scabbier. the death bruise feeling is a nice touch. i have seen a total of 4 people today. awesome.
on the plus side, B’s parents have brought me a gel ice pack. high point of my life. i like to lie with it molded to my face. awesome.
the scabs begin. it hurts like a bitch. actually, no, it hurts like a giant bruise is covering my face.
i continue to hide from everyone in my dorm and sleep through virtually everything. feverish. lovely.
also i took an oatmeal bath today. it was the high point of my week.
my face got the worst of it. ironic, no? my chest and stomach and back spread similarly to this, and there are a few on my legs and arms but not very many at all. but let me tell you a story about how this is my worst nightmare. literally.
the dreams i remember the most are stress dreams, probably because i wake up in a cold sweat, etc. etc. but some of my most common stress dreams have to do with my face growing gross things.
stress dream 1: i grow massive amounts of teeth like a shark and keep losing them and growing new teeth until i spit out mouthfuls of teeth on the ground. delicious.
stress dream 2: i grow massive amounts of black beard hairs on my face until i am completely covered like a beardy mountain man. SEXY.
stress dream 3: i get an enormous amount of weird blisters and pustules on my face like the wicked witch of the west. HOW IRONIC.
so you can imagine this is not my favorite thing to be happening.
for most of the day i hid in my room at made my friends check and see if there was anyone in the bathroom when i had to pee. then i would run in and run out in about fifteen seconds flat, keeping my head down at all times. excellent. even better? the picture doesn’t really do it justice. i was way more swollen and poxy than that. :)
i didn’t even take a picture. i did, however, hide from all other humans.
some tiny weird spots started to appear. and i felt like i had a slight fever.
odd, i thought. hope i didn’t get chicken pox from B’s shingles!
famous. last. words.