Re: fungus amungus

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Greetings. I have been lax about reading and keeping up with the group, mostly because of time...when I am in school, that is all I have time to do beside the most basic essentials. And I thought I was really on the mend...until recently.I am going to try to write my story and what I have experienced with my own personal 'mitemare' (BTW-I love that term...it sums this whole mess up so very well) in small, frequent posts, as I don't want to overwhelm readers with too much information at once. My story started back in 2008 and I have no idea how or why it started. The very first thing I noticed of the many weird things I have noticed since was this: I was at school (which is a very, very old school as is everything in it) and I was

walking to a teacher friend's room when I noticed that I was bleeding out of a spot on my arm. I still have a scar to this day to remind me of the exact spot. I showed my friend, and she suggested that I had scratched myself on something, but I was QUITE sure I had done nothing of the sort. The place formed a sore that simply would not heal. Soon other sores formed on my hands, legs, etc. Shortly after began the nights of torment. At first, I thought I must have scabies, as I had never heard of any other skin disorder that would cause such itching and irritation. I was afraid to go to the doctor because I was so embarrassed to think that I might have scabies. But my husband went for another reason and managed to get some permethrin cream, and at first it seemed to help, but it was very short lived.

Then school let out and I went to an ELL training for a week. I remember sitting there feeling like things were crawling around in my bra and undies. I went to the bathroom and turned my bra inside out and shook it out over the sink and out came these fuzzy curly cues...quite visible and abundant and resembling short curly hair from an African American. I also remember that I was tortured driving to and from that training as well, as my brand new car seemed to be as possessed as my home. Thus ends my first installment. More on the freaky things that have happened to me thus far, but as I promised, I will not write a novel...just short stories along with what helped me, conclusions that I have drawn...maybe right/maybe wrong, and other theories which are just

that-theories. Courage, friends. Somehow, some way, there must be light at the end of the tunnel and we will get through this together. Your friend, Patti Pike