The Love of My Current Leg...err Life...yeah...

Dear Mosquitoes,

I want to just thank you for all your love, it just means a great deal to me, knowing that I am the one for you. Of course I don't mind your little reminders of your love for me! Why should I? It's not like I took a letter opener, and later a pair of childrens' scissors, and used the edges to scratch at the horrid painful itchiness I am experiencing on my left heel. It is not like I did that for 15 minutes, repeatedly, throughout the night. And I never begged for the bite on my heel to turn into that bump with the hole in the middle, just so that bite medicine would help with the itchiness. And I promise you, I am not now wishing for a wound instead of this bite right at this exact moment. Nope that is not Wendy at all. I just love all your love marks. Yup. I love when the Afterbite does nothing to help, and especially when the bite is so bad, I'd risk a scar just to make it stop! That's right, I am a glutton for you!

I love getting to consider what damage I will do to my Diabetic feet by scratching so hard. It is my most favorite hobby, to see how many anti-itch medicines WON'T work on your love bites. I bought 5 new things to try today alone, I am serious, and not one of them worked on the bite on my heel. Sure, they help the other 4 bites for about 20 minutes at a time, but nothing can stop the agony of that left heel bite. Nope, I am one lucky girl. Your love for me shines through everything. I love the quality time I spent for the last 30 minutes clawing at my heel with my stubby fingers, and still nothing can change that fun little bite. It is as suspiciously small and hard as ever. Not changing a bit so that the itchiness can be alleviated. Love THAT! And the fact that I am actually considering begging my Mother to use the tip of a needle to puncture said bite? Priceless. I love this feeling of absolute agony, it is such a special feeling. The fact that only an ice pack can temporarily stop the itch, but the pain of the cold is so uncomfortable, I can only do that when I am about to scream from the utter frustration, is just icing on this love cupcake.

Thank you my little lovelies. As I dig a hole and have my leg amputated because this is the worst bite I have had ever (and you know I have had some doozies because I am a magnet for your love) had, I will sing sweet lullabies of your magnificent deeds. Where is the needle? Seriously where is it, because I can't handle your love anymore!!

Love, Wendy

P.S. I am going to be visiting THOSE people on my Blog's 1 year anniversary, how sucky!! That means I need to prepare a post now, because if I didn't post on the actual day, it would be even more upsetting! I just had to edit this post and add this! Grrrr!