My rash is getting worse. It now covers about 80% of my body and if Mr. Waffle wants to pat me comfortingly, he can only rub the top of my head. Up every 1-2 hours last night applying cold face cloths to my spotty person. Make with the sympathy please. I’m off to see my fourth dermatologist shortly.
Bloody hell. That’s not good. Not good at all. Poor, poor waffley indeed. Best of luck with the derma – for Christ’s sake he better come up with something – set the princess on him if not.
Aah, thank you sympathetic ones. Things are mercifully getting better…