It's official. Paint a red cross on our front door. We have The Chicken Pox. Or rather Small Son does. A couple of itchy spots on Wednesday night have now developed into a whole body coverage (and I mean whole) of nasty red itchy pustules.. I would post a photo, but it would put you off your dinner.
He 's not really that ill, just very, very grumpy and itchy and fed up. No-one has slept very well the last couple of nights, but at least his night-time wanderings are justified at the moment, unlike his recent activities..
And I keep scratching. I've had chicken pox and so I hope I'm just coming out in sympathy, what with being chronically sleep-deprived and all, but knowing my luck, I'll get it again.
I'm just waiting for Dear Daughter to get it now...
Friday, 17 October 2008
The Pox...
Posted by claires inner world at 19:51
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my good grief, that takes me back. i had something pink put on my itches, which then dried to a form a flakey crust - the pink stuff not the itches. i wonder what it was.
I think you're referring to calamine lotion... Doesn't do a thing - just turns everything pink.
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