I am entertaining guesses, or trained medical opinions, as to what is happening here, exactly.
We are on Day #4 of skin lesions, or mutant bug bites, or whatever; and it all began last week, when I spent an evening outside, and picked up no less than 20 mosquito bites on my left calve. I hope the f-er that did that too me exploded on my blood, because he was a greedy little bastard.
They were just your standard bug bites, but because there were so many of them they ITCHED...and so Mike suggested that I put some itch spray, or whatever on them. I probably applied that stuff three times, and didn't think anything of it.
On Saturday, we went on a date to the previously mentioned bar that I am so-not-cool-enough-for, and then we walked down to the Arch, and sat on the grass for a bit. I mention this, because it's possible these are MORE bug bites. Or just a flesh eating bacteria.
Just kidding about the bacteria. Mostly because I already googled it, and if that were the case, I would be sick and my insides would be liquifying.
I really didn't know it looked like this, until I went to scratch behind my knee cap a few days ago, and noticed that my skin was...textured. So yeah, the entire area that looks inflammed and red in that photo? It is also covered in small-ish bumps. And as far as I know, they aren't contagious.
But the entire thing itches like crazy, until I scratch at it, and then it hurts like it's bruised.
My best guess is that I had some kind of unfortunate reaction to the itch spray--so if you see me soaking in the local, public pool, rest assured that this (probably) isn't a sexually transmitted disease, or a case of leprosy. Just a simple, social plague that is dragging down my confidence in a bathing suit.
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