Slowly going nuts...

[deathpixie]

It's not just the itching. I've got plenty of calomine lotion, and some medicated stuff for the bath. But it's not just itching - my skin is burning, and I look terrible, to the point where I hate to look in the mirror to put on the calomine. The thought of food makes me want to throw up (thank God for fresh squeezed mandarin juice!), I'm taking paracetamol twice a day to keep the temperature down and to stop my joints from aching, and I'm just sick of this whole chickenpox deal. Even the shower hurts, and I get dizzy if the water is above luke warm. And I had to cancel my farewell dinner on Friday because the sight of me would put anyone off their food.

I wish I could just peel my skin off entirely and grow a new one.

Okay, enough whinging. Thanks for the well wishes and all, folks. And I got my birthday prezzie from Raph yesterday, and that was a welcome giggle. *grins* Yes, mate, I will bring it to Dexcon. Need to make myself visible in the hotel lobby, after all.

Ugh, ten past one and I haven't eaten yet. Time to see if I can find anything my stomach can handle. And you lot don't need me feeling sorry for myself.

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*hugs tightly*
Christ Rossi. Get well soon.
*thinking good thoughts at you*

Aw...

[technophobia.livejournal.com]

*careful hug so as not to hurt you anymore, and sends many soothing happy thoughts*

Hope you get better soon, Rossidarling. :) Want you feeling your best for Walkabout, after all. :)

*smooch on forehead*

[msss.livejournal.com]

Poor Rossi! *hugs* (I've had chicken pox, I have scars to prove it, I'm immune.)

Anyway, I'd still like to see you before you go, spots and all. Even if it's not over dinner. Would you mind?

[thatpalebluedot.livejournal.com]

Dearling, you have CHICKENPOX. You are ALLOWED to feel sorry for yourself.

*hugs tightly*

Take care of yourself, Rossilove. We're all thinking about you. :)

love you,
Heatherly