I’d like to write more about my day of doctors but right now it’s not in me. Pixie is still sick. Her rash was clearing up nicely by Friday but late last night/early this morning she woke to tell me she was itchy and it’s back in full force. She also has an all over body and face rash that she says doesn’t itch. I don’t know if it’s from the medicine, if it’s part of what she had in the first place or what?
I’m bothered and stressed. Irrationally and ridiculously stressed. I know this is nothing horrible or life threatening. I just have a problem with rashes and other skin issues. I can deal with fevers, vomiting, the runs, but rashes send me reeling. If I want to be really analytical and psycho babble about this, it definitely stems from my childhood. I had horrible eczema and other ailments with my skin. I never had to deal with acne though. I guess I deserved a break by puberty. I could never go barefoot in the summer. If I did decide to risk ditching my shoes, I would have to suffer days of the bottoms of my feet cracking open and bleeding. I can still remember the pain of the rough edges of my skin getting snagged on my bedding. Wearing socks to bed during the summer sucks.
So that is the baggage that I carry that is causing me to go through my day in a cloud of stress. I’ll be calling the doctor tomorrow morning.