Socks and Scratch

She thought she had eczema...in actuality she was transforming into a werewolf.

Last night I slept with socks on my hands to avoid scratching in my sleep. It reminded me of a friend of mine, Tiger Jen, who I once saw curled up asleep on the end of my bed with woollen socks on her hands. I very much doubt I looked quite as endearing.

If anyone is reading this and wondering what I am talking about, it may an unsavoury subject to some but I will talk about it anyway: my eczema is slowly but surely taking over my body...and my mind. I would like to point out that it has got noticably worse since I watched Black Swan, a film about transformation that I thoroughly enjoyed. I don't think it's too far-fetched to imagine this is actually a physical manifestation of some greater transcendence.

Lu told me I really should go to the doctor. I tried to explain that it was ok, it had now become so painful I am less likely to scratch it. For some reason this did not seem to sway her from her conviction. Hm.

Early this morning I was lying in bed unable to sleep because the urge to itch was so great. I'm not sure I'm fully able to get across how uncomfortable it really is. I began fantasising about applying red hot branding irons to the affected area just to distract me from.....ok, I'll make an appointment.