Lurgy. Again.
It started with a vague burning sensation on my right shoulder. After about five minutes I mentioned it. Within ten, I felt as if I’d been flayed alive. From the back of my neck, down to the backs of my thighs was an expanse of fiery red, the heat warming through the cold towel that had been thoughtfully placed across my back. When it was peeled off, it felt as though my skin went with it. I imagined that I lay there, muscles and sinew exposed to the elements.
I had a very fitful night’s sleep, not helped by the extraordinary amount of tequila rushing through my bloodstream. I dreamed that I had mushrooms growing out of my skin – flesh coloured lumps and bumps so huge that I couldn’t get my clothes on. I woke up this morning feeling shockingly bad, unsure as to whether it was a hangover, or because in patches I still felt as if I’d been branded.
I think I might be allergic to crayfish. It’s a fucking tragedy.
