In truth, the days were always much easier to handle than the nights. Dozing on the couch or sleeping brought out the beast in the rash, so as long as I stayed awake, kept my apartment unheated, didn't wear shoes or a watch, and kept fairly cool and calm, I didn't have such a bad day. I was playing a waiting game. I knew that so far, wherever the rash had been, it didn't reappear, and it had been almost everywhere now, fading steadily in the oldest parts. I knew it wouldn't quit until it filled all the gaps, but as my hands were now almost uniform with rash and looking a lot less angry, and as the gaps on my feet were steadily being filled, it was just a matter of time before the rash burnt itself out.
In the morning, my forearms and hands, calves, and feet looked like this:
This is what my right forearm and shins looked like later in the day:
This time, I sat down fully in the ice-cold bath up to my stomach and sat there until it felt safe to return to the bed. At 2 am, this was the state of play:
I fell asleep at around 2.30 am.