Having children has made me a hypochondriac. It's not always in my head though: I do have a history of also catching whatever bug ails my children.
This week though. I'm certifiable.
My two-year-old has the chicken pox and even though I'm immune (verified through a blood test just a year ago) to the illness, I can't help but feel itchy all over. Maybe it's just my subconscious hearkening back to my childhood bout with the illness, but I have the compulsive need to scratch every inch of my skin. For once, I should be able to relax and not fear impending sickness, right? Nope. Not me. With my luck, I'll think myself into a case of Shingles.
I need to find my happy, itch-free place.
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