Day 3

Day 2 Reflection: Yesterday was pretty chill. I didn't get to go to practice but I slept for an astounding 7 (SEVEN) full hours. I didn't wake up and walk around in the dark or throw the covers off because they felt stifling or use my phone to look around for 2 hours in complete darkness. Ha, that was quite an accomplishment. My ankles throbbed and my fingers were fatter than normal, but nothing alarming occurred. I could walk. I could text. I could smile. Maybe I just felt good about myself because I ended the night with great conversation. ;). Thanks, Alex. Who knows, but it's a rare moment amid the anguish when I'm able to say I was truly happy yesterday.

I've been thinking about the beginning. The true beginning of all of this and how it has progressively worsened over time. The first signs of something wrong sprung up 2-3 months ago. I had just gotten over a cold and my face along with my nail beds had begun to feel like they were being pricked with a thousand little needles. After about a week of dealing with the continual faux acupuncture I was thoroughly annoyed and started to complain to my mum. She responded by taking me to our doctor. Doc took a few good minutes of evaluation, diagnosed the pain as an allergic reaction, prescribed me antibiotics and anti-itch meds, and gave me a lollipop.

Three weeks later and the itchy face and nail beds are gone, but now I was getting little red spots all over my hands every night. I wasn't familiar with hives at the time so I thought I was dying or something. I quickly googled the mysterious red pockmarks and relaxed. They were only on my hands and only appeared at night. I thought they'd stop coming altogether over time. As time went on I started to notice large, red, raised patches on my legs. They stung and made it one hell of a task to sit down.

They must have gotten over their "shy" phase because they're rather bold now. Though it's mostly a nocturnal occurrence, it still makes it hard to enjoy the simple things throughout the day. I wake up with no marks but depending on the severity of the night before my skin can still be very sensitive and raw. It's only harder because it's not only affecting my skin but also my muscles. I'll wake up and can't move my wrist or knee or shoulder for most of the day.

I'm just fed up. Did I mention there's some kind of hard lump in my neck? I should probably get it checked out. I'm hoping it's just the cause of an infection due to the antibiotics I was on or benign cyst at worst. I'm seriously NOT up for cancer.

How long will it take for whatever this is to start messing with my mind too?

Food & Body Log Time:

11:00 AM - Soy patty (courtesy of my loving grandmother)

12:30 PM - Cup of tea sweetened with sugar & 1% skim milk.

1:32 PM - Grapes (Seedless, thankfully)

2:27 PM - Mac & Cheese (Chef Jovine)

4:41 PM - Slice of apple crumb pie (ugh, gross!)

4:51 PM - Cup of pineapple flavored Fanta soda

6:30 PM - Cup-a-noodle soup (Sodium-filled. =X. Could the salt be it?)

9:10 PM - First sign of hives on both forearms & face.
- Pain in right elbow & ankles.
- Rough night ahead?

11:00 PM - Left hand middle finger swollen
- Began watching The Silence of the Lambs with Lacey ! :).

Miscellaneous Stuff Time:

Jovine's friend Janae came over around 2 PM to work on a school project or something. She's still here. Looks like she's going to spend the night. Great...

Haha, watched RuPaul's Drag Race on LOGO with my mum and she complained about me having her watch all of these gay shows.

Queer goodness.

I was really looking forward to actually stepping outside and going to the movie theater to see Shutter Island.

Someone sparked my museum craving once again. I miss art.

Why do people cheat so terribly? They never get away with it on Cheaters.

Started a new book, "Giovanni's Room" by James Baldwin.

I probably should proofread this....oh well. It's late.