I’ve woken up three days in a row with a new itchy insect bite, all on the one leg. The last one is the itchiest and has come up in a big bump. The antihistamine cream is doing its job, but I can tell when I need a top up as I find excuses to itch around the bite – ‘I’m not scratching, I’m just looking/rubbing/other excuse’.
Like my son, I have found myself idly scratching my leg before I remember I’m not supposed to. I have had husband and my sister telling me not to scratch and I have found a few surfaces that I can lean against to get some light relief.
Yesterday, MIB was sat on my lap and his sandal was scuffing the top bite. My immediate feeling was ‘ooh, good…scratchy!’. Then I pictured MIB sitting at the breakfast table, rubbing his itchy wrists on the table edge. How hypocritical of me!!
Wearing shorts displays the bites splendidly. I am not too concerned about this, but I am vain enough to wish my leg didn’t look so tortured. However, since they are bites, I don’t feel embarrassed or too conscious of them being on show. I am grateful though that MIB doesn’t mind that his eczema is visible to others – yet.
For all these reasons, I am embracing my bites. They are a good reminder of how MIB feels every day of his life and it has helped me think a bit more about how ‘constant’ it must be for him. How lucky I am not to have any eczema right now in this hot weather because, quite frankly, I am a wimp dealing with an itch compared to him.