I was itchy all day at work. (I feel like Kelly!) The itch was in my eyes and all over my body, but it was really bad on my forehead. My forehead. That weird, pointless, indestructible part of your body. And I scratched it raw. Because I'm an idiot. Also itchy: ears, toes, stomach, and my scalp.
I called and asked my husband if he'd been sprinkling me with itching powder while I was sleeping. He, of course, denied all knowledge of anything of the sort, but I managed to make him promise that he would stop sprinkling me with itching powder at night.
Of course I asked every person I ran across if they could tell if I were itchy. Their answers were various, and the data that I gathered is now being analyzed by Gallup. We should know in less than four weeks whether or not I looked itchy.
Upon returning home, the itch continued. I took 1 Benadryl (instead of the allowed 2), hoping to both stop the itch and remain awake enough to hang out with friends tonight.
I have failed in both cases. I'm still itchy and I can barely keep my eyes open. You're lucky that this post is actually being written.
Goals for tonight:
1) stop itching.
2) stay awake past 10.
3) not fall asleep on the couch, in my clothes, or with the light on.