
I itch.
Yesterday, I finished my third round of Avastin. The side effects up to now have been minimal--only one. Hives.
No biggie, I'm getting through it, but I itch.
Last night I was standing in the bedroom, scratching my back. Hubby came to me and took over, scratching in just the right spot. It felt so good, my foot thumped wildly on the floor.
There's nothing like getting that itch scratched, is there? This time, I was armed and ready. Remember last week's post about the nails? Well, I put those babies to work. They claw those hives like nobody's business.
How do you like this picture on my post? No, it's not me, yet it does bear a close resemblance. Bald head, minimal hair. Still, I flat out refuse to accept those feet. Yes, I have cracked heels, but I cannot curl my toes like that. It's a lost art, I'm sure.
Anyway, all hives aside, I DO have my eyebrows back AND eyelashes. Get this. I even shaved my legs yesterday--we don't have men on our blog, right? If we do, I have totally scared them away by now.
Have a blessed day everyone! May your day be filled with pleasant scratching for the itches of your life!
Labels: Benadryl, hives, itch, scratch