Many of my local friends have now been privileged to see the grotesque condition of my feet, ankles, and legs. Late Saturday evening I apparently positioned my feet directly in the path of hungry, vicious, man-eating parasites commonly known here in the mid-west as chiggers. Being from California, I have never been formerly introduced to this microscopic parasite, but I do believe that now I have received the most welcome introduction anyone would care to have. I would give anything at this moment to be dealing with our friendly blood-sucking mosquitoes rather than these chigger bites. The desire to itch is intense and almost painful, and apparently when I am sleeping, my sense of control is lost and I just scratch and scratch until I wake myself up, realize what I am doing, throw control out the window, and continue to scratch until I think I might be bleeding at any minute. So here I am, awake. I managed to make myself stop itching, get out of bed, and smother my feet in anti-itch gel. It helped, but I still am fighting the urge to scratch and scratch, and I think that if I go back to bed I'll find myself repeating history. Somehow I will survive. I don't know if my feet will, okay that's a little dramatic, but I hope my feet survive without too many scars. I'm not sure they will. I'm hesitant to post the pictures I have taken for documentation-because they are hideous, but I'm sure you are all curious, so okay, but please, leave me lots of comments of your deepest sympathies-I need them. And yes, these really are my feet.



p.s. Kristine, I now know what misery you went through when this happened to you.
p.s. Kristine, I now know what misery you went through when this happened to you.
Will history repeat itself? YES.
The hours go by....
I went back to bed at 1:30am......
I got out of bed at 4:30am after 20 minutes of scratching.