September 01, 2004 :: 2:36 p.m.
the spoils of stupidity
I would just like to take this opportunity to let everyone out there know that I AM INCREDIBLY FUCKING STUPID.
Would you like to know why? Sure you would.
I've had these itchy little bumps on my hand for a while now. Just a few. I assumed they were bits of poison ivy, since I have this amazing ability to get poison without coming into contact with the leaves, or the oil, or even the pollen blowing in the wind. I could be completely and totally isolated in a white room and still end up with fucking poison ivy SOMWHERE on my body. It's like a permanent skin condition.
But whatever. The point is, bumpy things. When I have these, I like to poke a hole in the blister and douse it with peroxide. It serves two purposes: cleaning out and drying up the blister, and providing me with the enjoyment of watching it pus and bubble. I also like the stinging, burning sensation. Yes, I am fucked up. Leave it alone. So anyway, last night as these things were itching like crazy I decided to pop the little fuckers open and have at it. Except that I don't have any peroxide in the house. Oops. But I thought I could open them up and then just wash my hands really well and it would accomplish much the same thing.
Wrong. Oh, so very wrong.
I woke up this morning with this mad, insane itching all over my hands. It was awful. Upon closer inspection, the poison seems to have spread. A lot. Like, my hands are infested. Tiny little bubbles and bumps all over my fingers and palms. The itching is driving me CRAZY. I've been using anti-itch cream like hand lotion, but it's not really helping too much. It helps a little with the itching, but it can't do anything about the gross swollen feeling. UGFHGLSKNOGUB.
And you know I still want to slice every single one of these bitches open. Now more than ever. But I'm resisting, because the pleasure of doing it is totally not worth waking up tomorrow morning with poison ivy all over my face or something. So I'm living in fear of accidentally breaking one open, and trying to hardest not to scratch the shit out of my hands. It's hard. This sucks.
I'm so stupid.
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