The last 24 hours or so has been no picnic. The burn healing process is not pretty. Itchy + painful has got to be one of the worst feelings out there. It just feels like fingernails on a blackboard, if that can be a feeling. And sometimes it's so frustrating when I'm shifting around trying to get comfortable that it just makes me kinda pissed off.
Driving is the worst for some reason. I guess my car seat is not very comfortable. Needless to say that I've had NO tolerance this week for people who are driving too slow, so if you see me, watch out because I might just mow you down. You'll know me because I'll be the one shifting around in my seat.
This all kind of took me by surprise a bit. I guess that's because during treatment I was never especially uncomfortable. I guess it just builds up and then one day it smacks you in the face at full-force. That day would be yesterday. I am hoping that was a climax of sorts.
We are due to make our annual trip to the Berkshires this weekend which I always enjoy. I am hoping I can endure the car ride without shredding the seat with my fingernails (luckily, I don't have any). Usually we are worried about how C will do in long car rides. I think I might be the problem child of this car trip however. I don't think a blanky and a pacifier will help me so much, but perhaps a shot of whisky before we hit the road will take the edge off.
Of course, as I write this the long-suffering people of Haiti have been dealt the worst blow imaginable. It puts my whining into perspective. I am lucky to have a roof over my head, my trusty sweatpants, and a Walgreens down the street. Among many other things.
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