Bandage Blues

Summer time means shorts, swimsuits, sandals, tanning, and mosquitoes. Unfortunately even summer has its faults, and those little blood-sucking bugs might be the biggest one. I have a few friends who never seem bothered by these flying insects, but I am not so lucky.

No matter how much bug spray I put on or how much I avoid the great outdoors I always seem to get at least five mosquito bites. This wouldn’t be a big deal if I didn’t always turn these little pricks into massive, bleeding wounds, but I do. Then my eczema kicks in and what starts as a little scratch turns into a red rash that is trying to spread through my entire body.

The only way to prevent this horrible chain of events after I’ve already been bitten is to wear bandages over the bites. It doesn’t stop the itching, but it does keep me from ripping my skin off. It also looks stupid. Sure, I fit in at work among all the twelve and under kids who are full of scraps from bike rides and sports, but a body full of bandages looks strange on someone in their twenties. People often think that I was in some sort of accident, like crashing a motorcycle into rosebushes, and seem concerned when they first see me. Don’t worry, it’s nothing serious, I’m just an idiot who mindlessly scratches my body every chance that I get.

I can’t wait for fall to start.

Written By: Nikki M.

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