Bitten by the bug
So, I’m a hypochondriac. A self confessed hypochondriac. I have hypochondriasis about being a hypochondriac. But I was sure. I was scratching, my skin was burning, and no amount of antihistamine was curing it. I had scabies.
It had started when I went to visit friends in their student house. I was told that two of the friends had experienced a rash and that they put it down to a couch in their rented accommodation. Of course, my skin started to crawl. I tried to be vigilant, but, because of the shortage of beds in the house, I had to share with one of my friends, who kept me awake all night with incessant scratching.
I returned home and the nightmare began. What started as one or two small bites on my hands began to take over my entire body. One by one, they appeared on my legs and arms,