I am Infested

Over the last three months, ive been suffering from a horrific itchy sensation all over my body. At first it just affected my arms, and the back of my neck, but then it spread down to my ass and legs. I'd been taking ungodly amounts of Benadryl everyday to try and bring some peace to my screaming flesh, but after a while, that stopped working, and instead they just made me enter horrifying realms of delirium.

In the last two weeks my condition seemed to be getting much worse. I would wake up in the morning, and find that my bed sheets as well as my legs were crusted with dry blood, and open soares were forming above my ass, and on the inside of my thighs. Similarly the skin beneath my fingers began to suffer from a burning sensation, and after about an hour of itching, the skin started to just flake off, and tiny droplets of blood pooled between my thumb and index finger. After doing some research online, I became terrified that this "rash" was possibly a manifestation of the staph infection that brought me to my knees four and a half months ago. I decided it was time to call up the doctor, and deal with this problem head on, before being condemned to another month long stay at a fucking hospital.

So I go to my doctor yesterday after lunch, and she took a pretty thorough look at my "problem", and then began photographing it with her iPhone, to send to her sister, who's a dermatologist. My doctor thought that it could possibly be eczema or psoriasis, but once she got in touch with her sister, she seemed pretty certain that it was scabies.

So last night I picked up the necessairy medication, 5% Permethrin, and took a shower. My body has become so raw, that it is incredibly sensitive to temperature, and several times while washing myself, I felt as if I might feint. I then got out of the tub, and looked in the mirror. A pale, emaciated freak, with pealing skin and bleeding soars stared back at me. I kind of groaned and then proceded to apply 30 grams of this permethrin on to my body. When I covered the areas that were open and raw, I experienced a very unpleasant feeling, as if grains of sand had been rubbed into my open flesh. Once I was finished, I stood for about half an hour in my bathroom until the medication dried, and then I laid down and watched Rescue Me until I fell asleep.
 
Oh man, that's awful. My girlfriend had scabies once... it was a nightmare. Gotta love NY. Good luck with the pesticides. It's so awful because it takes so long for you to actually notice the scabies infestation so it gets really fucking bad and then you're screwed. It'll just be a bad memory soon, I promise. Try some aloe cream and a bit of tea tree oil mixed together for further relief without the toxicity.

(And thanks for reminding me of this song, haha --

If there was a God,
Im sure he would be hated.
For making bugs, in this hell he has created.
Get on a coat, put on a hat,
I am infested
It happens just like that.

Im sure I hate 'em
There ain't no maybes,
Bodylice, and crabs,
Headlice, and scabies.
You take your pick,
they make me sick,
While I scratch until I bleed
Soon they'll be scabs for me to pick.
...

I remember moshing to this song at C-Squat, their $2 home brew being spilled everywhere and getting burnt by cigarettes, getting that vile mixture of squat-mud, beer and god knows what else all over everything you're wearing and going to school the next day smelling like death... :D Those were some days.
 
That sucks, did they say how you could have contracted it? I hope the cream gives you some relief soon.
 
They said it could have been from anywhere really,

Like the song that redrabbit saw that I was referring to:
sit on a coat, put on a hat, I am infested it happens just like that

Fucking C-squat, that's hilarious. I didn't think anyone was going to get that reference. When I was a teenager me and my friends would always go down to Tompkin's for "Cracktober Fest". One night it got real rowdy, and some kid through a bottle at a cop car, and the 5-0 stormed the place while the stizza was screaming from the stage "kill the fucking police!"

And yeah I know that death smell...
 
Znegative, your blog popped up on the "most recent blog" list and the title caught my eye. That's really rough what you're going through. I went through something similar, when I was 15: I had hive-like welts appearing all over my body and no one could figure out what they were from. Tried Benedryl upon a pharmacist's recommendation to stop the welts, and half the standard dose was enough to knock me out for 12 hours--1/4 left me so doped up I couldn't function at school. It took going to three specialists to finally figure it out: It was dermatographia.

Up until pinpointing what it was and being treated properly with antihistamines, I had welts all over my body and was in almost a constant stupor from the Benedryl. Teachers/Counselors thought I was abusing drugs and classmates thought all kinds of crazy things. Basically, what I'm trying to say is that I feel your pain about feeling like "a pale, emaciated freak, with pealing skin and bleeding soars [sic]". However, now that you're on the right track with getting treated, your skin will heal. Keep your head up.
:)


Oh, and wear loose-fitting clothing while you're healing--It helps a lot.
 
Znegative;bt15245 said:
They said it could have been from anywhere really,

Like the song that redrabbit saw that I was referring to:
sit on a coat, put on a hat, I am infested it happens just like that

Fucking C-squat, that's hilarious. I didn't think anyone was going to get that reference. When I was a teenager me and my friends would always go down to Tompkin's for "Cracktober Fest". One night it got real rowdy, and some kid through a bottle at a cop car, and the 5-0 stormed the place while the stizza was screaming from the stage "kill the fucking police!"

And yeah I know that death smell...

That sounds like the Stza to me! ...so many shows I remember got cancelled or fucked up so we'd traveled all the way from the BX to BK/Manhattan for nothing... but we always found stuff to do haha. I think at one point LOC/CV was banned from every venue in Manhattan... especially right after September 11th, they had a model of the WTC and Stza put some fucking sparklers in it at the Knitting Factory and the sound guy cut them off and kicked everyone out. Tompkins Sq and C-Squat were the only places they were allowed to play in Manhattan by then.

But enough about that!

Hope you're doing better.
 
I've made a choice
Deep inside,
It's heroin or suicide,
Sickness praised in times of need,
We waste away, from hands of greed,
Jesus nailed to wooden T's,
Cannot compete with my desease,
Humanity, the weak condition,
My soul is sick, from my decision!


Sorry, I couldn't control myself.. Those lyrics are just too fucking amazing.
 
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