#tw scabies

[sickly-honeylamb]

I'm sleepy and wanna sleep but I also might have scabies cause its at our school and a I now have a rash uncomfortably close to what beginning scabies looks like and my mom doesn't wanna take me to the doctor and I feel like crying

[faggilyeverafter]

Screaming crying throwing up etc I need to do my laundry (already an ordeal) but there's a scabies outbreak spreading through the washing machines at my laundromat. Might kms

[i-give-worms]

finefine (-🪱 -🪱)

I have had the same horribly fucked up dream twice now, though at least a couple months apart.

In my dream I’m popping a pimple (on my chest for some reason) and instead of any goo, a fucking worm that’s almost half a foot long comes out. Like I have to pull it out of my chest! And afterwards I kinda say to myself “Well. That’s disturbing. I didn’t feel it there at all. What if there are others? Will I die? Are they harmless? I hope I’ll be okay”

And it sounds like a nightmare, but for the entirety of the dream I barely feel anything. No fear- though admittedly a very muted sense of horror, but like a pinch compared to what nightmares are supposed to feel like. So when I wake up, I also have to deal with all the emotions of it AND the fact that dream-me barely felt anything about it!

And I’ve had this same dream TWICE. It is officially recurring. I have to face the possibility that I might encounter it a THIRD TIME, later on.

[saintmeghanmarkle]

MM's extreme envy and jealousy of Catherine Princess of Wales is coming out via her attack hamster - Scabies by u/narcwatchkiwi

MM's extreme envy and jealousy of Catherine, Princess of Wales is coming out via her attack hamster - Scabies TW's absolute jealousy of Catherine, the Princess of Wales is completely pathological. Narcissism expert, Dr. Ramani gives an awesome overview of narcissistic envy and jealousy that in my opinion, perfectly applies to TW's ongoing smear campaign of attacks and lies about Catherine, Princess of Wales. The Green eyed monster strikes via her attack hamster - Scabies.The extremity of the narcissistic envy involves often hurling accusations, and also accusing others of being jealous (assuming that others are jealous of them), belittling other's achievements and so on. It's all on full display in Scabies foul book - at the end of the day, he's just the ghost writer for TW's jealous smear campaign against Catherine, the Princess of Wales. post link: https://ift.tt/KPU6g9N author: narcwatchkiwi submitted: November 30, 2023 at 02:28AM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit

[kdp1999]

TW BUGS//

I’ve been following the Daniel Larson story for a while, and while I think he’s an outrageous creep who probably needs to be in a long term psychiatric facility, I do think it’s really fucked up that he got scabies living on the street. He’s got a schizophrenia diagnosis, that has to be a new level of psychological terror to ACTUALLY have bugs under your skin when that’s a common schizophrenia hallucination. Even when he gets rid of them it’s likely he’ll hallucinate them any time he gets stressed for at least a few years

[unwhithered]

Working in homeless services is freaking out about whether every rash you get is scabies.

(It is not scabies, apparently it's either an allergic reaction to new soap or a stress rash, yay)

I once had a day long anxiety attack when my hands broke out in a rash on Thanksgiving right after the shelter we shared a building with had a scabies outbreak. Turns out it was from washing my hands non stop with dish soap for 3 days while prepping Thanksgiving dinner for the shelter residents.

I live such a glamorous life.

[totally-not-here-for-the-smut]

[Tw: infant death. graphic description of blood and illness. I'll change the font so you can skip them easily]

Loved & Lost

-part 2

Day after day, chaos arose. One week there was a white grief-ribbon on the windowsill of the smith's family living down the road, and three days later there were flickers of white scattered all around the neighbourhood. And those insects -gods, the insects. Of a sickly cimson red, with long antennae wawing, searching around them. Probably the blood spilled from the poor dying souls attracted them.

It was because of them that your shop first became crowded. It was a damp morning, and when you opened the door found a little group of people chatting outside.

"Have you heard? Robinne's mother died yesterday. Such a shame... she was quite old though. Apparently, it was this flu...?"

"A flu? I've heard is some scabies. People gets covered in crusts and bruises and then comes the fever"

"Fever? No, that comes first! Apparently it's a eye sickness, I've saw Marionn and his eyes are stained with broken veins..."

The chatting stopped once you opened the door and smiled to them. "Welcome to the magic shop. Kolis, nice to see you! How can I help you at such an early hour?"

Your neighbor explained the matter. They were there because of an infestation of red beetles. "You didn't bring them back from one of your travels, did you?", one of them asked. You denied it with a smile: you never bring back foreign species. It's dangerous. "But for sure I can fetch you something for this annoying critters. I had them here as well," you explained as you searched into the resins cabinet, "but we had them running away by lining windows and doors with crushed copal. I suggest burning some in the air if your house has some cracks in the walls, though". You preferred to avoid giving people magical items, as often they tended to mess around with them and hurt themselves. Vesuvia didn't have any strict regulation about it (actually, Vesuvia didn't have a decent law system at all since the Liberation twelve years before) but many realms you visited had a strict laws about it, and for good reasons. Your clients seemed happy anyway.

"Oh, and condolences again for your aunt..." Kolis said as they were leaving, "She was an incredible woman. So powerful and wise. It's such a shame she's gone". You nodded in reply. Your aunt... she had come to Vesuvia so many years ago. People loved her so much, she was stern but kind and outgoing. You... you were more the traveller spirit. When you got to the city to learn magic from your aunt, she had you study and train almost nonstop, and even before your apprenticeship was done, you got every chance to be away from Vesuvia and see the world... so you never got to know its people much. You sighed. Would you ever become as loved and respected as your late master?

"Feeling sad today?" A voice startled you. Asra's face appeared behind the curtains, still wrinkly with sleep. "I was thinking about auntie".

A shadow crossed Asra's face. "Yes... the mast.. ehm, your aunt. I miss her every day". His words were kind, but the tone didn't matched them. There was an uneasiness in it. You heard it, and it reignited the irritation of the night prior, when you and Asra had an harsh discussion about leaving Vesuvia. How could he want to flee? Because of what, a stupid epidemic? Yes, it seemed bad, but why bothering to learn magic if not to help others?

When you talked, your voice was colder. "I'm going to bring some biscuits and shellmilk to the smith's family. Their daughter passed away yesterday. You don't have to come, keep an eye on the shop. Busy morning, it seems". You left without turning back... without a good morning kiss, you realized halfway the road, with a cold sting to your heart.

The visit to the smith's family left you thinking. When you had arrived there, other people were already in the house. Some had brought more food, some brought drinks, some wood for the fire pit even though it was barely autumn. The neighbourhood was there to comfort little Keyra's parents, making sure they had everything they needed. Your arrival was welcomed with an expectant silence. You sighed. The weight of being a mage. You payed your respects, and before you could ask yourself, the request came.

"Would... would you take a look at Keyra? If... if we knew, you know, if only we could know what was... I mean, it won't bring her back, but...". You smiled and agreed, so you were shown to the girl's room.

There was blood.

So much blood.

For a delusional moment, you wondered whether her parents had slaughtered her and told everyone it was an illness. The sheet covering her, blood. The mattress, blood. The wall, the pillow, the night table, anything the girl had touched was stained in red. You took a deep breath, and proceeded to open a window and burn a sage stick immediately. Then, you lifted the sheet.

Movement. A scream died into your throat.

You jumped back, startled by the dozens of beetles skittering on the girl's poor body. Her father yelled in frustration, waving a hand to send them away. "No, go away, go away! Not again!"

You touched the man's shoulder to calm him down, then passed your hand above the creatures. Flickering energy fell on them, who seized up in pain and scurried off. Then, you sit on the bed to watch the poor remains of the girl. Her body has already been attacked by the disgusting saprophages, but the original signs of the disease were clear. Her skin was covered in big, bulbous angiomas, many of which broke, thus causing the bloodshed. On her abdomen and chest there were big purple stains, signs that whatever that thing was, it had damaged the deeper veins as much as the shallower ones.

((Mc studies the signs of the illness. It seems to heavily alter and damage the vascular system. Reed beetles are found in the room. They behave as saprophages))

As ugly as it was, you didn't feel magic on her, save from a little pendant around her neck. Your heart sunk. You remembered it... a little luck charm. It was purchased from your shop years prior, for her birthday.

When you went downstairs felt the heavy gazes on you again. "It wasn't a curse", you explained briefly. "It was a real illness. Be careful for the contagion". You quickly said goodbye to everyone again, and left almost in a hurry. You needed to go home. Wash. Feel Asra's embrace.

☆

You were in the bath, thinking about what you saw. The nail that was mindlessly being chewed was resignedly paying the price of your concerns. Someone knocked at the door.

"Ehm... the shop is quite full. What should I do?" Asra's face peeked behind the bathroom curtain.

"They're here for the sickness, aren't they?". Your apprentice nodded. You sighed. "As if there was something we could do...". Your headache prodded your temple. After the little Keyra, many people died. At first, was mostly weaker people -old bedridden folks with almost no one to care about them, and, to everybody's dismay, younger children-, but in less than a month the sickness spreaded. Often, you and Asra were called, and you had to witness again and again those poor people withering under the plague's bludgeonings. Some herbs, preparations and healing spells seemed to slow it down , but the sickness was vicious and elusive, hitting and damaging the deeper veins you couldn't visualize clearly enough to cure. After all, neither of you was a practiced physician... and this got you thinking.

"Asra, isn't there a popular doctor in Vesuvia? A man, from Prakra, apparently...", you asked, but as you turned toward Asra, he was gone.

You dressed up quickly and went downstairs. The shop was crowded. From a brief moment, the people tightly packed looked like the corpse-eating beetles that infested the dying people's homes lately. They disgusted you deeply. "But what harm did they every do, after all?", Asra used to say, "they eat dead flesh and blood... much like scarabs and fly larvae and some butterflies even. It's not their fault they have such a diet". You knew Asra was right, and that those critters had always been around. Probably a hotter winter and the sudden abundance of their favourite meal caused such a proliferation... but you were disgusted anyway. Each time you spotted the beetles nibbling at dried bloodstains and... well, else, you needed to bath before being able to be touched again... even by Asra. As if things between the two of you weren't tense enough.

When voices arose in the shop, you snapped back to reality. Asra was having an hard time listening to everybody at once. You clapped your hands, producing a small flash of light to get everyone's attention. "Please, don't crowd the shop. There's a sickness around, leave your name and your address to us and we'll come to your houses. We can't help you in this conditions. It's dangerous". Between the display of power and your voice magically enhanced by magic, peolpe complied, slowly and listlessly.

Once the shop was finally empty, you and Asra tidied it up with magic. It was funny seeing herbs and spices floating in streams without mixing, crystals glittering in the sunset light filtering from the windows. When everything was into its place, the two of you stepped in the middle of the room and joined hands in a wide circle. You both were already smiling, but this was your favourite part. You called it the As-I-Recall-It spell. You took a look around the shop, memorizing the exact place of everything. It took several minutes. You had always found hard having to look at everything that wasn't Asra's eyes during that spell. By the number of times your eyes met during this phase, the problem seemed to go both ways. Eventually though, you were done. "Ready?"

You smiled. "Ready".

You both closed your eyes and retraced the shop in your minds, trying to recall perfectly each and every single object. Then, magic started to flow between you, pooling at the centre of your joined arms. It was the most delightful sensation, warm and tingly on your skin. You felt Asra's magic flowing into your veins and through your heart, and then mixing with yours and flowing back towards him. It was like breathing air from each other's lungs underwater. Focusing on the mental image was hard, and so you always expected some incident. That was part of the fun.

"One..." you started.

"Two..."

THREE!

You broke the circle, and the magic stored inside got released all around you, depositing everywhere like sand, and lighting up in sparks when it met something in the room you didn't picture. Suddenly you were surrounded by hundreds of popping sounds, much like little fireworks, as the magic destroyed dust, trash, critters and everything you didn't picture in your minds. A misplaced bottle exploded into pieces, and you two ducked at the very last time, laughing. In a instant, the shop was perfectly clean... saved from the glass shards. "We must face it, we'll never be as good at this as your aunt was", Asra said giggling, as he picked up the shards.

"Granted", you replied, "she had the most perfect picture-memory. I couldn't steal a single piece of candy..." "... without she realising it shortly after, I know, I know", laughed Asra.

His laugh. It was such a beautiful sound.

☆

The tea was ready, and the salamander well rewarded. You poured it into the mismatched teacups, coming from one of your many travels.

"We must close the shop".

Asra nearly spilled his tea on himself. Faust lifted her head from her self-pillow. "Wha... what?"

You nodded. "It's too small, and always too full. It's too dangerous". Asra's face lighted up. "We're leaving! Oh, my love, I'm so happy you changed your mind, I've already though of a beautiful place we could go, it's not far if you will want to check on Vesuvia from time to time, I've found it when your aunt send me to fetch the white talkingshells and...".

His smile died on his lips, as he realized that you weren't reciprocating his embrace.

Silence fell.

"We're working door to door, from now on. It's safer. I understand if you're not on board with this. You can always leave this place".

You went to the door and took your scarf from the hook. It had been a gift from Asra. The very first.

He managed to scramble together a few, muttered words. "Where are you going?".

"There's a Prakran doctor who opened a clinic last year".

"but why...?" Before Asra could finish his question, the door closed behind you.

This stuff is LONG and complex, and I’m not a native speaker. Which means, it’s hell, WHY BRAIN GOT NO RIGHT WORDS DAMMIT, but it’s also cool bc I can’t really understand HOW bad it actually is, so I’m less self-demanding about the actual style quality than in my own stupidly demanding language. Let’s get to the content then. I’m so very sorry for my children’s book language-level.

Pls believe that I am, in fact, not a child.

Tw:death, sickness, angst

and this is-

Lost

- part 1

When the plague came, it started robbing you right away- it took your aunt and, before eventually claiming your own life, your love.

The wise woman who had been your magic mentor was one of the first to fall ill, as if the pestilence were trying to thin out the ranks of those who could stop it. She felt right away this was not a normal illness. The sickness got slowly the best of her body, as if it wanted to seep unnoticed into the city. Your aunt's body withered a little bit each day, her skin slowly tinging red by the engorged veins, but it never managed to steal her wits until the very end. When she was at last bedridden, she had Asra call for you.

You didn't recall where you were at that time. Your magical training was long completed, and you were travelling the world, scavenging for rare spell components, old scrolls and lost magic to bring home to her and to her new apprentice. You got home just in time.

The woman who was a little sore as you kissed her goodbye all those weeks ago now seemed barely more tangible than a ghost - pale and trembling, her clothes hanging empty from her once proud and graceful shoulder. But her eyes, although now tinted in red, were sharp and stern as they had always been.

You did not show any pity for her -she would never have allowed you to-, but when she took you hand in hers her gentle touch unveiled her deepest nature.

"I'm leaving, child", she told you. "But I need the two of you to stay as much as you can".

She called Asra by her side with a nod.

"I have lived a long life. The time I gave it back has long passed, but now death is catching up to me. Spare your tears and magic for the victims to come" she turn her head to face your friend. His purple eyes were veiled in tears.

"Asra, you're a mage now, your training is almost done. In fact, my nephew took my place as your master some time ago already. She'll be more than capable to fill in the gaps in your knowledge. Soon, you'll be a mage, but" - her eyes went narrow- "I want you to remember that you were took from the streets. Someone cared for you, listened to you, taught you everyone you know. You will have to pass your care on to whoever will need it. This is why I taught you magic". Asra couldn't do anything but nod. His lips parted, pronouncing a promise so feeble you couldn't hear -but your aunt did, and a faint smile showed on her chapped lips.

"Believe me, soon many will need it. But I know you'll both live up the cause. Now leave, I need to rest".

You didn't even take your travelling clothes off - you threw yourself into Asra's arms -now your apprentice's arms- to hold each other through the sorrowful night.

She died shortly after. Many vesuvian would have come to salute her, but you and Asra decided to do hold a more private gathering - you, him, and Faust. The snake was so torn that even her scales seemed to grey. She squeezed one last time your aunt's familiar, a pitch black crane called Hermes, who took flight as soon as the mage's funeral pyre was lit.

You kept your head high and your eyes on the flames, resisting the urge to bury your face on Asra's chest and cry your heart out. Instead, you held his hand tight, grounding yourself into the two things that mattered in that moment: Asra's love, and the promise you both made her - to stay and care for the city.

So, when the plague erupted in Vesuvia and Asra began insisting to leave, your fights became vicious.

✧

I want to really thank @wilson-artisan and @lovely-dove69 for their help as proofreaders. They un-dorked my writing a lot.

I feel that I must pay credit to various writers as well who inspired me: check bakuliwriter's "Hurt", that set ablaze my drama thirst. I can totally see it in the same timeline as this thing.

The other parts will be in te reblogs!

Navigate it from my masterlist

[badgergirl09]

Please think of the song "are we humans or are we dancers"

Is it stress hives? Or is it scabies?

The signs are similar, my hands they itch

and I thank the gods it's probably not rabies

but is it stress hives... Or is it scabies?

Update: it's almost definitely not scabies but google is nothing of not helpful at finding the worst case scenario.

[heardatmedschool]

Student 1: What’s up, maggots?

Student 2: Nothing much, chillin’ here with my Sarcoptes scabiei bros, I’m in a cool ass stratum corneum, the tunnels my mommy made are the best.

Student 3: Didn’t mite have incomplete metamorphosis, though?

[piratecrew-moving]

NOOOOOO

[toronto-six]

Okay so like I got pills to treat scabies and the amount of pills you get is based on weight. And i'm fine with weighing myself, at the doctor's office, no problem. BUt then the pharmacist wanted to know my weight to check and Ih ad to tell my weight out loud to her in a place where multiple people were also waiting within ear shot. I did not like that. IT's also made worse bc of the masks so I had to say it extra loud too :/

Not cool dear pharmacist :(

[systemoflynx]

I've been told this so much by my family. It's harmful and cruel and dismissive. My mother straight up called me a hypochondriac just because I was really worried about possibly having scabies which my brother had at the time. That's just one of the many times she's dismissed my very plausible concerns. Whether it's an issue that can easily be dealt with, a chronic illness, or a disorder, dismissing someone's concerns literally benefits no one. You are not smarter for 'seeing past someone's delusions' or some shit. You're an ass.

Being told you are faking a mental or physical illness and asking how or why someone feels that way and having them tell you that there are disorders that make you fake or think you have illnesses you don't is LITERALLY GASLIGHTING. I do not care if it is a stranger in the internet or your married spouse of five years. If they tell you they have a disorder it is incredibly fucking rude to look them in the eyes and tell them they must have an illness that makes them fake how they feel about their own body. Go die in a ditch.

[whumpthisway]

so now all the whumpees have been whumped to hell and back, what if they were just...ignored for a little bit? What if the whumper got *bored*? Or if they just didn’t care anymore? What if, by the time the caretaker finds them, they just look like a pile of dirty rags in the corner?~

welcome to...

Neglected Whumpees Prompts!

Tw: food/diet related whump, sickness/illness related whump, neglect, infection, whumpee being deprived of physical aids (further warnings for below the cut: teeth whump, the dentist, parasites)

- dirty -> the whumpee *begging* the whumper for a way to wash, anything at all - bonus if the whumpee was very particular about their appearance before their capture and their team doesn’t even recognise them (does the whumpee go back to taking care of their appearance afterwards or do they not care anymore, worrying their team even more?)

-> the aesthetic of that first bath or shower; of physically washing the whumper and everything bad that had happened off them and watching it go down the drain. The feeling of putting fragrant conditioner on their hair and feeling it’s softness afterwards

- starvation and thirst -> these are obviously classics for a reason. The whumper leaving the whumpee to stew for a while means they’ll be nicely softened up, and extra grateful, when the whumper does return

-> And the caretaker of a starved/dehydrated whumpee will have to be very careful to gradually reintroduce the whumpee to liquids and food, so they don’t get sick (because we definitely wouldn’t want that)

- vitamin deficiency! -> I can’t *believe* there isn’t more of this in whump fic!! When a whumpee has been starved/fed poorly, they’re just bound to have some kind of deficiency, ranging from anaemia (causing fainting, weakness, pale skin) to vitamin C (especially if they were rarely fed fresh food, even if they were given enough calories). Generally, being vitamin deficient seems to lead to a poor immune system, tiredness, and then other problems specific to the vitamin.

-> a poor diet can cause other problems, ie. a whumpee who’s fed/drinks too much caffeine and/or energy drinks (so they can work harder for the whumper, or to avoid nightmares) could get a stomach ulcer, which would be very painful

-> also consider a whumpee with diabetes or celeriac disease and how awful that would be, when those conditions aren’t managed (a sympathetic guard could be the key to helping the whumpee get what they need, if a whumper doesn’t care?)

- tangled hair -> a long-haired whumpee’s hair completely knotted up, which would be very painful if whumper decided to try to drag a brush through it and make them “presentable”. Or the upset of a whumpee who’s hair has to be almost entirely cut off because it’s too knotted to save, and how exposed and vulnerable they feel afterwards bonus if cutting their hair reveals more scars and bruises on their scalp

- or a whumpee that hated having long hair, and the complete relief they feel when it’s all cut off, when they can clearly see again and don’t have all that weight and dirt on their head

- forgotten how to talk/communicate -> a caretaker trying to coax a whumpee into communicating with them, but no-one has spoken to the whumpee in months. The whumpee jumps every time their name is called, frequently spaces out, or doesn’t respond, because they were never the one being talked to. An outspoken whumpee who now has to be coaxed into answering every time.

-> A whumpee who uses sign language struggling to shape the words with their weak muscles, hands shaking, being frustrated with the slowness of their movements when they used to be the most fluid signer of anyone they knew

- overgrown nails -> whumpee accidentally scratching the caretaker when they were first rescued, and the scratch getting infected due to all the dirt under whumpee’s nails. The caretaker gently and carefully cutting the whumpee’s nails, except the whumpee is very nervous of the nail scissors, thinking caretaker might cut them.

- no glasses/other physical aids -> a whumpee whose whumper doesn’t care if they can’t see, so they have to squint every time a guard comes in, trying to tell if its a nice one, or one that will kick them. Headaches from straining to see. A whumpee with an injury or disability needing crutches, a stick, or a wheelchair and being denied, not through the whumper’s deliberately cruelty but sheer indifference

- infection -> old wounds (inflicted by the whumper, or accidents) getting infected and just...getting steadily worse, until the whumpee is feverish, delirious, and at risk of blood poisoning - bonus if it was from a tiny wound and could have so easily been sorted with a little soap

-> a cough that develops, or that whumpee had when they were caught, that just gets progressively worse. Damp, cold conditions plus poor nutrition, stress and/or fatigue are really not conductive to a strong immune system. Long-term or severe pneumonia can leave permanent damage on the lungs, too, which would make the caretaker feel so so guilty for not finding whumpee sooner, especially if whumpee used to be very active

***Warnings for below the cut***

Whump related to teeth and the dentist (including needles) and somewhat gross stuff relating to parasites (but which is totally realistic whump!)

- bad teeth! -> I feel this is so overlooked in whump fic (and I get it,,,its not the nicest whump), but when rehabilitating a neglected whumpee, think of the caretaker gently brushing the whumpee’s teeth for them when they’re too weak to do it themself, or the tooth ache the whumpee complains of, when they’re lucid enough to talk

-> Having to coax the whumpee to the dentist and the whumpee freaking out at the sight of an anaesthetic needle, or the dentist’s plastic gloves, or the dentist’s clinical touches

- parasites -> look, it’s a bit gross, but please consider nits, fleas, scabies, or worms, left untreated: a caretaker baffled as to why the whumpee isn’t putting on weight. Or a whumpee avoided by even the caretaker, who doesn’t want to catch anything, leaving the whumpee feeling dirty and alone. Or consider a whumper who has the whumpee’s lovely hair all cut off, “just in case” they had nits.

-> note: scabies and nits actually have nothing to do with hygiene and much more to do with being kept in cramped conditions alongside others. Worms tend to come from ingesting worm eggs, often found in dirt or infected food.

~

okay i’m done! Feel free to add anything else that comes to mind for neglected whumpees! (Let me know if I should have warned for/tagged smth that I haven’t~)

[saintmeghanmarkle]

According to Scabies MM is furious at royals as she wanted to 'modernize the royal family' by u/nikita1712

According to Scabies MM is furious at royals as she wanted to 'modernize the royal family' What modernization TW is talking about? Did she introduce internet to royal family? Does she know how to code? Does she have a degree in business management? Fashion stylist? What kind of modernity she is looking for. If she wants to talk about feminism queen already proved that she is the epitome example of Feminism. She danced with Ghana president. She met lots of asians while interacting with public.What kind of modernity these scumbags are talking about? post link: https://ift.tt/jGISthP author: nikita1712 submitted: November 29, 2023 at 09:42AM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit

[thebizmarketer]

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[sickly-honeylamb]

yeah my mom a i just had a whole yelling fight about whether or not to take me to the doctor

"That's not scabies, I know, I see its not scabies" ma'am that's not how that works

"Those are pimples!" okay so? take me to the goddamn doctor anyway, to make sure? I have never had pimples on my fucking forearm before, like?

I'm sleepy and wanna sleep but I also might have scabies cause its at our school and a I now have a rash uncomfortably close to what beginning scabies looks like and my mom doesn't wanna take me to the doctor and I feel like crying