For about the past week or so, I've been dealing with a series of mosquito bites on my left shoulder. They don't itch as much as a they're sore. It feels like my arm is going to drop off. It's especially painful at night when I'm trying to sleep and I start to feel this dull ache. I found a clever way, medication-free way to deal with it. I apply gentle pressure to the area for a few minutes. This seems to help. I mentioned and showed to the affected area yesterday to Mom and she insisted I go immediately to the doctor. What's a doctor going to tell me, here's a tube of ointment you can find at the local pharmacy, apply to affected area and take a Tylenol as needed. I don't think you need a medical degree for that and I'm not a hypochondriac. I'll let mom run to the doctor all the time for the both of us. My clothes, hair, and perspiration irritate the area which makes it itch. So far I've resisted the urge to scratch. Besides, I have short groomed nails and I don't want to mess it up. Most of the time it bites don't bother me. As I said, the area is more sore than itchy. I should just follow my own advice and if I have a moment, I will. I'll mom think I'm breaking out with some horrible skin disease. She can be so amusing that way, taking something like a hang nail and making sound ten times worse. She's become one of those old people that run to the doctor for every little sniffle. Everyday I have to hear about some imagined illness. Most of the time, I just ignore it. Sis, who is an MD, does the same. We all just seem write it off to the fact that mom is an old lady with old lady complaints. Something to be tolerated and mostly ignored. Of course, there is that rare moment when the complaint is actually something genuine. Otherwise, just tolerated.
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