Monday, 15 August 2011

day 9

I dressed in loose-fitting cotton clothes, and didn't leave the apartment all day.  My glands were enlarged, my facial skin more oily, and my apartment was cold, but I didn't want to heat it and further destabilize the mast cells waiting to discharge histamine just below my skin.

Nevertheless, by the end of the day, I found that I had so many spots on my trunk that they had all coalesced and formed one mostly uniform red mass.  I went to bed looking like this:


I looked carefully at the rash and saw vague greyish patches on my stomach, back, and in the centers of some of the older spots.  The spots had enlarged as they aged, and many were ringed with brighter red.  You can see this a little more clearly on my arm:


That night was another night of hot hell.  I often didn't know where to put my damp flannels, since multiple parts were burning up at the same time.  After a few hours, my thigh looked like this:


And then the spots crept into my hands and feet, and they too started swelling and burning, and causing me some of the greatest torment so far.  At one point, I had my feet hanging over the end of the bed with wet flannels on them; at another, I had them both on my hands.  At least the heat at the back of my neck had subsided slightly.  As for the previous night, I didn't get much sleep due to the heat management and wet flannel rearrangement every 20 minutes or so.

As soon as 7 am rolled around, I was out of that bed.

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