rashy scratchy
Yesterday, the sudden appearance of rashes freaked my mother out. It first started out as slight itching on my wrists which I found to be rather peculiar as I never had rashes there before. later in the evening, i thought my feet felt slightly swollen and itchy too. About an hour later, the area from my hip bone, across my abs began to itch too and as i scratched, rashes appeared, red and all. Its like one of those scrach and win cards -- scratch and the rashes appear. Some of the them were these red flat things. It freaked my mother out. that is rather rare. Recall a couple of years ago, after i had puked all over te floor, and told her about it, she non chalently told me to clean up and went back to her tv... now she panicks over rashes...I've had sporadic, unexplained episodes of rashes before, but never on such a grand scale. Once was a patched which appeared on my tighs, those flat red bumps that resemble some continents. But usually, they go away within an hour. Yesterday's rash episode was different. First, they appeared on a few specific places (both wrists, on the outside of my both my feet, hips to abs area -- why??? its like so symmetrical!), and they stayed for a long time. In fact, I am still a little rashy now. My mum thought I drank but i swear i've not had any alcohol last night. This morning, my feet felt swollen and I wondered if I could fit into my ballet shoes.
Apparently, i seem to be allergic to some mysterious substance.
Talking about ballet, I unfortnately, didn't cut enough of my toe nails resulting in a huge chunk of superficial skin coming off within 5mins of pointe work. And of course, i didn't know about it till the entire session was over! It hurts quite bit now to make walking a pain.
Then again, i had the wonderful Soffiato at Menotti in the evening. I love that warm chocolate cake. Someone passed me the recipe for that and it seems amazingly easy to make. Except that I don't have an oven to use at the moment. Waiting for my mum to inaugurate the new oven for use. She refuses to let my touch it citing that I have the ability to spoil everything i lay my hands on. She likes to say something like...
"i've been using this for years and nothing happens. But as soon as you use it, it spoils!"
my retort is always
"precisely because you have used it for years, its time to break down!"
She doesn't buy that. Its still my fault nonetheless.
Mothers are irrational. At least mine is.
posted by eline @ 3:51 AM
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